This is a song about "This thing"

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

Crying and nailing his hand hoping this fuckin dope thing will come to mind

I may not be very good at this test thing and sometimes i need little cheat

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me nigga!in a high speed chase with the law

I got the ball, and this delivery is the realest thing they ever saw

The only battle i lost since jumped back on this thing

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

So i decided to get fluent with this rap thing,

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this