This is a song about "Kids shows"

Who shows her face no more

Ima go until my arm's sore

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

And american music shows.

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

The chart's flow has grabbed those rap nodes, and once that shows

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

I remember being frustrated that i was never played at shows,

A young one that shows bravery i see

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Sittin here dreamin bout spittin at my own shows

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

I lurk and bless whoever shows me respect