This is a song about "Results"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Battling sanity often results in hilarity

I don't even wanna know what kinda results we would get

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Luxury life, results living bad

All i need is the notepad

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Until they have to go and collect the results

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

Sometimes it results in a permant sleep.

Luxury life, results living bad

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

That's the results of you betta stay back, you can't rap heart attack.