This is a song about "My cuz"

Don't steal my words just cuz they ain't for sale,

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

'cuz my motherfuckin' parents are too poor to pay for college,

Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your bitch

My talent should take me places i've never been

'cuz having my voice heard is more appealin'

You just hatin cuz my flow so ill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Hope your prepared cuz i'm submitting my response

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Cuz i spend my days jacking off

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

I think my fam is key, cuz my momma believed in me,