This is a song about "Tickets"

Beat me with it while the rest sit and watch

Paid for all my tickets, cops begin to drop some charge

All who bought tickets is with me,

C’mon and let’s chill baby

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

But if you're just now buying tickets then i'm charging a late fee

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

So fuck macklemore, his tickets are rip off

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

We pay for lottery tickets, problems in disappearance