This is a song about "I have to do surgery today"

To give surgery to your lyrics, theyre going to get lit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

So i have no plan to do it all loosey goosey

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

And with the little bit that i have left to do,

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

But i do think i have something to prove/

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

Take her to my room and i do what i have to do

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

You ask yourself "do i have the bars to fight this?"

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

And do you have any clue what i had to do to get here

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

I'm glad that i happened to glance at rappad today