This is a song about "Like i do"

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

I do pacsun like the store in the mall

This is what i like to do, musics higher altitude

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

I don't like them other drugs, all they do is pollute

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Do i shoot 'n' attack like done to deal with bullies?

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

I scorch the weak like i do my newports when i speak

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

I hate people like you and all that you do

I was made to do this shit like a used plunger.

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Like, what do i gotta do, for you to notice me