This is a song about "Kidnappe you re whole family unless you quite the game brb i mean you sing r b i rap"

I mean, i called you but you didn't pick up,

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

You know what i mean?it's a rap machine

I mean it doesn't explain you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

I wouldn't fucking tell you shit unless it occured in my brain

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

I dare you, come at me b

You chose a gay r&b beat? are you a psychopath?

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

That you call the rap game

Kill a bitch, listen as i sing high pitch," these sins i commit, i blame you,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true