This is a song about "I got my shit together"

Take her back to where i live

I put together these rhymes

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

I got my drink, i got my music

I'mma treat you like my whip

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

I wanna be the best but i got to get this shit off my chest

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Packed together like my sister's smokes,

I promise baby we're in this together

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Got some lames in my trunk, i dank 'em skunks in shit

I spit fire on this mic, like my shit just got laid off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss