This is a song about "Niggas iffy uh blicky got the stiffy uh got the blicky uh drum it holds fifty uh"

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

I miss you at my recent show

That doesn't make sense like nigga kids wearing cap and gowns

Uh uh, man of the year, man man of the... bounce

(uh.... uh.... start from the beginning...)

Check the stats, my team winning

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

I am the illest mother fucker when im on the track, uh

Now truth to lies behind the eyes the sadness begins creep uh uh

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

I’m tryna be low key

Uh, its elementary

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

I float in the pussy like my dick is a yacht uh

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot