This is a song about "Must fix"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Lets take it back grade six, when i was feeling the fix,

And i gotta get my fix

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

How about another day i fix this?

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

But you know me , all i do is get my fix

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

And i did the video for really though

Where must i go, who must i know

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

You do realize that your make up will not fix your stupidity.

In there she stares ya down for her next fix

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops