This is a song about "I meen it"

Rack, rack city shit

This magic, i can cast it

After that moscato hit

If you want it i got it

Couldn't believe it when i heard it

The dead society of a poet

Wish i could trouble shoot it restart and reboot it i cooked it i lose it

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

But when i get it i spend it

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Down and i knew it, i was young but i felt it

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I had to fight back and shit

That i wanna beat it

Stop it, drop it, because i shot it.

Now this shit is turning to a habit