This is a song about "The catcher in the rye"

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

In the face of the outside.

To my unborn child

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

A working genius, a work of art

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

In the face of the outside.

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

I'm in the the real world

We left em a world that's cursed

He's in the books he's in the cites

Cause girl i caught the vibes