This is a song about "Tricky crusher"

But shit fucked up and got tricky

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

It gets tricky without tha cash this hour glass not long enough

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

Realize i'm facing a tricky situation

Gotta learn from my mistakes, rhymes must become more tricky/

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,