This is a song about "What are you"

Jimmas are foreseen if you know what i mean,

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Stand up misses i love your ambition

What the fuck are you thinkin

But he's bullied, bullies is what you cocks are,

When i step up out the maserati car

Roses are red, violets are blue, god made me pretty, what happened to you?

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Yourself up like your born views are what you choose,

So look at my evolution and what the fuck you are losing

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring