This is a song about "What it do"

They ask me what i do it for

Another day as i step out the door

They ask me what i do it for

Then the world ain't no trick no more

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

Hesitates and thinks back to what his parents would say and says fuck it what do

But you're loving mine i am the shit

What would i do if i could reverse it?

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

It was acapella like this one, do you understand what that means.

What we do? keep it one hunned like aroldis chapman/

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

What else is new, fuck it what would elvis do in your shoes

It doesn't matter what i say it/ it doesn't matter what i do

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you