This is a song about "We only leave a preparty to go party somemore"

Can't contest so he go leave to harvest

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

What do you know we are upstairs gettin ready to go a couple rounds until i got

Who get dragged by the masses cuz they can't search,

And we go to the church

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

And then leave your ass in a hospital bed, i'm the only god only lord,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I go hard like a muscle my raps'll leave you puzzled

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

To keep living is the only way to go

She answers and we leave like we were meant to be, than we hop into my ride a drive away slowly,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

School just finished it's time to party