This is a song about "They want to know do i still got it"

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

I got a condom and i know how to use it

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

And sometimes i still want to threaten him

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

I don't know what to do

You good man, we don't want you

What do you know we are upstairs gettin ready to go a couple rounds until i got

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

The only thing i would want to know,

This prada make me shallow

Ye i moved and still got nothing do

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

I just want to know, how does it feel to be cold,

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold