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

That is new to me its has been passed done from different

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Got that new crib in candy lane

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

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

Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third language

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Made me who i am. a man. claim that i have a new plan.

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

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

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

Its maybe that , that got her on me

You be get up on this fly shit baby