This is a song about "Not doing homwork"

But now you doing it, just not on the earth floor

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Doing every day things, at night

Now move back over here to the right

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

Y'all get shot at, homie...i do the shooting

To reds i ain't know how to act

Aint doing time for a plant

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

You redundant, you never ever change

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

How many do i not do? nada. i'm a mama, doing saliva and marijuana.