This is a song about "Rap hooks"

I don't know why i'm even on this track

To every verse of my rap

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

And if someone sayin that to my homies we hit em with right hooks

Don't want to be the king

And my hooks stay swinging

Then shook together a couple bars and hooks, finished,

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Plus we've been droppin' hooks and ballin' like our fuckin' shit's kareem,

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Let me put the hooks in write em and just call my journals

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Spin loops when dropping hooks, hoops like i'm shaq,

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back