This is a song about "I have adhd"

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

And i have a few messages that i have to send

I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Why do i have to tolerate?

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

Dont have many fans but the ones i have blow

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

I write every single fight that i have

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

I'ma work for everything i have

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Every goal i have ever set my self i have accomplished

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

May i have your attention please?

Is it this black mercedes