This is a song about "I have t smarten up i could lose everything if i dont sharpen up"

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

And i dont have much friends cuz some could be fake

I wish that i could wake up with amnesia

Im no angel, my hoes like a sega

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Now everything, i dont say be left unsaid,

Bombs are heavy instead i sharpen my machete

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I have nothing to win and everything to lose

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

I'mma work for everything i have

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I will fuck a fool up i dont care if im skinny

Its cold as shit in this booth

One dark skin i could never lose