This is a song about "What do"

Forever asking what do i got to do

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

Teachers do is tell us what to do

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

We do what we love cause we love what we do,

What was i suppose to do?

I ain't tryna diss you

What the fuck do i do

Thank god i found you

And real bitches don't respect you

Let me do what i do,

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Don't understand why we do what we do

To see what you would do

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you