This is a song about "Make a couple bandz lonely"

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

To make a couple bucks in reality i couldn't give a couple fucks killing these

And some more a couple more times

We hustle to survive

A couple of hookers, nice ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

What a perfect couple my friends told me

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Mixing a couple of random lyrics

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

So u better take a couple steps back,

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Or a ruler conquering a couple of islands