This is a song about "Tickets"

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

From where they praise

Buy some tickets in case

So fuck macklemore, his tickets are rip off

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

Tickets to mimic my shimmick have hit the mischief limits,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I say that the pool is closed

Cause the tickets all sold

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

We pay for lottery tickets, problems in disappearance

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets