This is a song about "I do shit that you dreamed of"

The only time i flirt with her

I can do all that other shit later

But dont do none of that ill shit before you hit the props

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

I'm actually backin up the shit i rap, kid you never do

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

The shit you do to me is no fault of your own,

But, us fucking each others girls, do you really think they get that shit?

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

He recommends i do that by killing you i'll descend slowly you won't see this shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

You know i don't do none of this shit for free,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Sick of plannin but you never actually do shit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket