This is a song about "Jacoby saying he s the shit"

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Bitch you should see my wallet

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

The hand he was dealt was shit but now he's doing alright

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

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

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Why do people eat up the shit he supplies?

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

And i be famous with hot flows without saying the same shit