This is a song about "I got my tick for the f"

I aint got the mind for this

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

How could i not blow? all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

How could i not blow? all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

I got a head gun for my own sun the one that is done

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I got my mind sold by the devil, bought in dollars got it for twenty

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

As i watched watches tick in time, victims crimes for sixty dimes

Tick tick boom and you got a hole in your ears

Yeah months in every night she's in tears