This is a song about "Ideas and careers"

I'm not creative, ideas started leaking from my mental/

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

Nah, i ain't even gonna pretend that you fought. my ideas are not something that cannot be bought.

Running out of ideas i need to retool

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

They hold on to their careers, and just clean their gears

Her defense is up i'm wishing that it disappears

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Ideas that are brighter, than any kind of liar

It's a way to spread ideas that i strongly believe

Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Fantasizing about the fountains, i have better ideas, why fuck it with college/

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage