This is a song about "I m a hustler"

I have to bleed a bucket full, my life is a movie rated m for mature.

Yea say that i am whack cause i really don't mind ill be getting busy ragging your

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Of a koenigsegg going 200 m-p-h trough the interstate

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

I"m the designated driver