This is a song about "My friend jay he bags every one out but can t figure anything out that my rap will beat him like i m taking a nap"

I can work on anything so no one can beat me!

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I cant seem to figure out why im a child of misbehavior, but dad calls me a failure,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Still waiting for the one day when i figure out my fate

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Pushing in my mama van

I will figure that out,that's my plan

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

My mind tryna figure out why we ain't teamin'

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

I try and figure out why i rap like i do

I hope you see that i'm sincere, and even if you

I diss him he come out like he is bigger

The ice ain't really nothing to her