This is a song about "Trying to catch me darty"

Nigga what the fuck you trying to battle with me

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Trying to get me hammered, or what not

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

It's making it hard for me to catch my breath

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Trust me, motherfuckers trying to be nice to you

No! you can't see me now, trying to bring me down.

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

But god is there to catch me and help me through somehow.

Profile, damn i'm digging your style, we can start slow now

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

The fucking college trying to rip me off