This is a song about "Where u at"

Where u will tear and cry and shout but no one will help u

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Cuz i've worked so hard to get where i'm at

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I know what you do with that

Where ma props at? cuz ain't seeing shit

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Peacefully at rest where your forefathers shone

She got something i never had

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

The station where all the rap generals are at

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Where the influences lay at bay,