This is a song about "Something similar to what i imagine tommy would write"

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

Similar to drinking stout, i just wanna scream and shout

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Thats something i couldn't even imagine.

On that red-eyed kush flight

Not knowing what to write

I dont mean to sadden but just imagine

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

If you ain't about money

Imagine how this life would be,

You can't even begin to think what i had to go through to write this verse so

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

I'll backhand slap you, and write a track to tell you what i don't like!

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side