This is a song about "Stop raging on 2k"

Then i pick up my controller, and play 2k

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

And to stop at that point, you gotta be on alcohol

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

And i plan on chopping till the planet stop,

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

So heavy on blast,event the world cant stop

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

Will i rise to greatness im faithless ona basis being famous id be raging