This is a song about "Murda something"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Nobody is better than anyone else.nothing is something

Im tryin something different

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Tell them niggas we coming

Weak stomach, i need something

And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

The dream is just something important

Blasts something. pasts exploited for nothing.

Roses by the dozen, everyday i'm hustling

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Go pop some pills or something

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

But the alcohols something to see