This is a song about "Im living in canada in a small house with five kids"

Foolish, i be on that new shit

With just twenty five bucks in his wallet

Say the word and i'mma give you what you want

Like a small garage in your backyard

Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing

I ain't no mathematician but i gotta stay constant with content in this crap im living

Living life in the fast lane with a mad cane

And reflect on the rap game, i came

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

Living in,my notebook's still filled with rhymes

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out