This is a song about "Stop saving my shit"

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Where businessmen up there saving

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Now stop fucking around before shit gets serious

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

I'm reinvigorated now my rhymes will not stop

Stop blowin up my phone

Mami told me son, hold your own

Untill my heart stop beating up

That shit was wack as fuck

Quantity and quality cause i wont stop this shit doing it constantly

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

It will be my saving grace of repetition

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/