This is a song about "I meen it"

Razor grips, laser spit

This magic, i can cast it

I'mma sign that work and release that

I dont watch it i play with it

So i rose above it

About some tyga beef shit

And i mean it (and i mean it)

Could be applied to this shit

You can feel it via spirit

And i mean it (and i mean it)

I'm living it and i own it,

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

But when i get it i spend it

Yeah, rack, rack city shit