This is a song about "To"

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Reluctant to, to give a shit

Fuck them, fly together

To complain to him or her

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Im willing to invest,tell me to to stop i will suggest,

To what was suppose to be

Don't worry bout a thang baby

To be trucker's to chuck

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Dump that bitch in the sly

To convince you to buy