This is a song about "Stay rushed"

Haha, my lil drop top girl

Pushed twirled and rushed no time to hurl

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Well then just stay down /and ill stay here

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Teachers stay bitching, cause i stay skipping

I was born to do the damn thing

And i be on the block all day

Bottom line, i'm here to stay

From hollywood to the hood

As i rushed towards the hoop i look

My head is too rushed, if i get famous i'll be fucked

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt