This is a song about "Mccoy got traded"

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Because the skills you lack…i got,

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

I got my drink, i got my music

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

You got fired i got promoted

No one winning chance you even got

I know you just doing your job

Just a feeling i've got

If you had, one shot

If you got talents you know we got all of it

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

I got got my pad and pen

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Immortality like i have got

He say, she say." oh my god