This is a song about "Sittin on ma dick"

I'm passing flames walking on ma feet

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

Without even putting anything on his dick,

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Jumped on ma tray and lay ,i eat carrots every day, storing millions in ma cache

Sittin on bowling balls

Huh, a metaphor of course

Baby am i slick

100 bitches on my dick

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Stayin' on it, sittin' back while i puff, blazin' chronic,

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Now shes choking on another mans dick,