This is a song about "Wheelieng bikes rolling on drug dealers ragging round beamers pullin out blades"

On my shoulder blades or tirades of torture whirled around me my glee would not fade/

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

We #sell #that #dope #shit on the grind, and we ain't talkin' 'bout dealers,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

And she gon let it loose, hey

Drug dealers til this day,

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

And we still got kids pulling out blades and kitchen knives/

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Energized and still going

Oh yes i kept on rolling

Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter