This is a song about "It ain t harowin meth or crack rock that ll make yo life tic toc"

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

That ll make u sneeze weak in the knees/and give you a permanent

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

And i knew that i'd make it out one day!, rappin' or trappin'

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

They think the rock is cool, they take and make it then,

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

As i seenobody cares about my history

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

And panned out, i'm all in love

That will my make your life rough