This is a song about "Playing soccer and owning a small business someday pulling ladies and making bank"

22 dollars in my pocket, and a hundred in the bank

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

And manage to establish a syndicate of business to live it lavish

I'm a demon child. and maybe someday i'll be good but that's in the after life.

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

And it ain’t cool when a small and little kid dies,

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

But he's small and got a structure

Just so happens mine they prefer

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

And it's pulling me apart a part

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Cuz i'm pulling skirts up exposing you ladies,

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors.

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve