This is a song about "Specific"

But in no specific order, man, here is how i rank 'em,

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you

And runnin' with specific crews, turnin' blue? shit's a clue

Ive got reputations to slaughter in no specific order when they aplaud ha,

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Usa if i might, be specific

I can still call you out without being too specific,

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

There to specific while we stay broad.

And even if i'm broke, dog

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Be fucking specific

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits