This is a song about "Look at the flick of the wrisk"

I'm the other guy

Than i look up at the sky

But look at the accolades the skills brung me

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

You pull up in parking lots

Imma look at the stars,

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Just look at all the crap i extinguished

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Let's take a look at the rap game, 90 percent of the mainstream

Played with peoples lives i'll light a cigarette and flick it at you take a picture of your

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door