This is a song about "I like it snappy"

I remember this like it was yesterday,

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

I keep it trill like mister hudson.

I play it off like i'm poetic though

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

I run it, flaunt it, verses flow like game is what i coined it.

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

I know it may feel like a sacrifice

And it feels like i gotta choose

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

She acting all extra

I do it big like oprah

I miss the moment i had, people like this nigger stole it

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit