This is a song about "I have 6 and you have 2"

Before we learn to fly, somebody else should trycockin' guns, smokin', we can all make a change

I want my 2 grand every 12 hours or youll have to try and stop this machine in a rage

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I just don't have the words

I see you have great burden and blame within

They gon' love me for my ambition

Of course i have talent

Im happier when high and drunk

High as shit, i’m in a booth

And i have trust issues

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

And every single weapon you have

Tell me how can we live this way

Bitch you wont have to pay

I don't have any views

My time with their half-witted reviews