This is a song about "Views for the 6"

What we gotta do to survive

You changed my views of life

At least for the time bein’

I got a dollar and a dream

You're fake like costumes taste my exhaust fumes like the views?

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

I see the world through different views, my crop pick,

I don't have any views

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

With the unpredictable use of my quotes / and the views that i show

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Cutting class for the pool