This is a song about "It s the end for you s"

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

That´s not what we taught you, you swore an oath

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Hows it feel to be you? yo no sé

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

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

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