This is a song about "I still got it"

Still no matter how much i love it, i still wish i never started,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

She still wanted to protect it, until death came and got her

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I still got shipments of sentences under my blankets 'n mattress

To express my love but i still got hope for someday

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Unless - i got it! ...nope, i don't got it.

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

We still got emcees who spread hip hop and i thank 'em,

But i still got that flow in my hair,

Believing the screens or anything there