This is a song about "What tf are does"

I've seen what it does to a nigga without his own plan,

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

I can't ever change without you

What else we are soppused to

I really love my miami crew

Guess what you are different too

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Are we playing poker, what is your emotion,

Little does he know what they think when they walk by him

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

"what are these wealthy tax breaks that you all are asking of?"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus