This is a song about "It s options"

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Hows it feel to be you? yo no sé

Dc has never seen such progress

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

And when it's said and done

And that´s how it has begun

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Never wear watches time causes losses in options,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

S queezys very bold

Black woman you cold

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from