This is a song about "I tirs"

Shit i wonder if i can.

She ain't got a man

I thought that i would maybe

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I can't eat, i can't sleep

I need to beat

Just searching for the perfect shot

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

Cause i promise (cause i promise)

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Man i hustle, i hustle.

The world is so typical

And i don't make no bed rock

I though i was red hot

I go in i go hard i go ham, i don't stop

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot