This is a song about "Long ride sick thug fame broken"

But when it comes to fame

Imma make it rain

High on that energy ride

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

When it comes to these rhymes i'm a lyrical thug i'm so sick i couldn't be cured by a miracle drug

But i dont care i spill my heart on tracks,and for my daughter id give up my last drop of blood

Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.

Bet i get like 8 of them

Heard you gotta be a thug

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

I ride alone, through each sick word, so fuck you and your suckin dick herd

Its too sick, like a ride we span on/

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Streaks are made to broken

And i know that you're open