This is a song about "What if you started to trip all hopped up on pills and shit take another hit of that dank ass weed and feeling is all we need to feed our desire an get a little higher"

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

We've all got our scars and we need to embrace em

I hate that you all sit and stare but none have the guts to get up and stand

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

We all know what your about, so you keep ya bitch ass up on that seat

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Either one, dun, long as my digits the same

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

If you lose yourself, that is all you need to ridicule

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

We all taken a trip to "maddie's world".

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy