This is a song about "What im going to do next"

Ohhh what to do, what to do...

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Mothafucking ride , to do what

Forever asking what do i got to do

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

What i'm willing to do

I think i could save you

To see what you would do

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

I dont know what im supposed to do/ the race is over/ now where do we run

Im going to get some head

If your man want to bet

Tell me what im suppose to do, if i aint got you here

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel