This is a song about "Jish your slacking"

Your family, your friends,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

She likes the way it hits her lips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Well rick james, maury jane

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Your life is a product of trash

I got the talent never slacking, in this deal

I don't ever fear nothing, i'm forever here

The jiggas and the tips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

They think that im slacking off

Speed up, patience, please cause