This is a song about "Things ending with at"

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

But it's a part of me to fail things like these, though i was always good at

Enhancing things randomly like connections with my family

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Expecting things to go they way while sitting with they feet up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Everybody else laughs at him just to fit in to things

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Dramatizing the normal work, merchandizing things with no worth.

But every day im still closer to ending

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

With chilled feet i just grinned and started to key things