This is a song about "Snapz fuck bitches love no thot why u mad im sorry for the weight cooking in the kitchen im on the block"

Fuck a vibe award,no mtv or all the above im in it for the origins

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Bitches think im lying but the rap game, aint no joke.

Im on a higher level, fuck a trick in the basement

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,

Black fours red drop head doors

Im in the hunt for whores

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

I refuse to be another being on this earth