This is a song about "On my rockstar shit"

Couldn't be better. i'll admit to planning this, but these gangs are all on my shit...

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Baby im on my other shit,

So i banged for a minute

I'm on my figure 8 shit

Starting to spazz out on this shit reload my clip

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Do this shit on all my own, bitch

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

'cause i don't have typical shit on my dinner plate

Let em marinate, you forever late

Put that shit back on my shelf, started up dumb it down,

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around