This is a song about "Shi tragic new patek pig got me that automatic"

That me and you, theirs something about you that got

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Its maybe that , that got her on me

Now that i got these kids with me

The good kid from the ugly city

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

Like semi-automatic bullets that are set to blow your mind

A dumb one that ends tragic, the fact is i'm pissed at this,

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

I wanted the money and never the fame

Got that new crib in candy lane

My sick rhymes got you woozy yo, an automatic oozy flow

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Ask me where i'm goin, pig, i'm going where i wanna

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada