This is a song about "Metric and custamary"

Living young and wild and free

And my kick game beyond crazy

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And their mothers and fathers

And inhospitable,

Got to the end of the tunnel

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Third ward general, young cash money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Grab the scissors and saws and

This is something different