This is a song about "Sharing"

Sharing squandering wasn't a tear in the robbery

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Resin sharing with a dick kid

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I'm in a good mood for sharing yo to the police

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I know that they say sharing is caring

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

The window is sharing my place

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Its my prove of sharing the stamp, the forty two sedated

Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks