This is a song about "To do list"

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

It's a list of rules that to this day holds lots of relevance

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

100 deep v.i.p. no guest list

And add to that dope list the name of fuckin' lucifer

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

This guy ain't nothing, i list it, bout to send you home cryin and

It's just i got a list of shit that i just have to be on

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

I'm the shit, try to stop my list like a colon,

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

I already cleared my hit list now i gotta to do list

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Ohhh what to do, what to do...