This is a song about "The cime up"

Some niggas ain't got no luck

I see the sun comin up

So i picked the pen up

I know you're mad, but so what

Get the lighter, light it up

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

I'm on the move, too screwed up.

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Play up, play up, and play the game!

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

The chronicled chronicles of the chronically chronic'd up,

Bitches is artificially duck

So please just shut the fuck up,