This is a song about "Let me go smoke this yoot"

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Just let me save this shit ok am i good now

Bt let me tel u baby this is not the case..

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

So let me murder this phony

One shot, i won't miss, let me get straight into this

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

And smoke i did, i hoped to shit it wouldn't go like this, though

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

Put this music up on the web let it go spread fucking viral,

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

But anways, let me go back and congregate!

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Let me make this clear like claritin