This is a song about "My crap life"

We hustle to survive

Thinking about my life

I'mma kill you for fillin my head up with crap

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Life would be so good id escape from this fucking crap

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

I rap every single crap in life

While i'm tryin' to act like i'm not 'bout to crap my own pants

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Check it my ''one'' word was deadly than your whole crap you call rap

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I got crap attached to my back

I don't know why i'm even on this track