This is a song about "July 1"

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

1 shot, 1 shot, 1 shot - you have to take it

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Inspired from 1-1 am, 1-9-9-9, (c just slide by 'n' slice your lungs

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

But less than 1% plan it,

21 wins and 1 legend

Clap two times if you drunk

1, 2, 3 people in 1, life for me, is it done?

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman