This is a song about "I was aslo most home last night running as fast as i could got him and sat on the couch"

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

It's fixed, shit if the rhythm was sick, i could be slick as the rick,

As the day went on i lost weight and had a debate if i was a date

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Was the feeling, when i sat down and wrote this lately

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Days turned for the worst as i run home naked

Rest in peace, and watch over me at night as i lay

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

I endured as much as i could before snapping on this cancer ride.

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

And i'm keep on talking shit as long as i got both my jaws

Playing with fire is a danger zone

"mike go home" as i snatch the microphone