This is a song about "Just doin me stackin up and stayin out of the way"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Your etiquette, man where is it? or were you just doin' it for the hell of it?

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,

Lets come up to my city

There just aint on way of stopping me

Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Crack another beer and grab the gear to have it out of the way, safe

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay

Me i be fucking up you dignity and imagery and the way

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

So please lord come and take me up up and out of this world.

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

When there's just no way out