This is a song about "What ifs"

No ifs, ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Seekin' what i want, forgettin' what i need

What you see is what you get

Kick back and know yo son set

Watching for hollow-tip shots

To what ifs and what nots

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Wait a minute see what sticks see what falls

And maybe i am but

The fakes just wondering what.

That shit was wack as fuck

Outcast is what i am and what

Ohhh what to do, what to do...

I really love my miami crew