This is a song about "Sick of these suckers in my bubble tho critiquing me on stuff i had to struggle for"

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

Best believe tho i drizzled your mother in my pee

When they showed up at your door at christmas

You make it alright for me to do this stuff

Just for fun; i'm number one, these other niggas' bubble guts

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Didn't find out all my life that i was stuck in a bubble,

We original officially the most original

You just sick of me and my sweet stuff

Here i go again, searching for love

I got a lot of stuff on my plate,

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Tho my eyes on the top, dont regret none of that.

Blowing a bubble . you think you cool? i have a jet in the back. i fuck my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry