This is a song about "Lotta jump"

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

I had a lotta strugglin, check my environment

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Jump that bitch from off a ramp

And i ain't trying to land

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Lotta' niggas rap about pistols but they dont kill shit

They say leave the cord and jump.

This is something different

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Just a lotta worthless hollering

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win