This is a song about "Journalizing in accounting"

Visions, dreams of passion

Knocked out in the lunch in

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

See i walked in while she creeped in.

The cool say i'm thug

Stuck in the in the tub,

In a private jet while i'm walking in

And just looked at the whole situation

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Fluoride in our toothpaste in the water

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

I get in where i fit in.

I love your ambition