This is a song about "Who the fuck studies"

Not so tough now bitch, who the fuck gives a fuck about all your porches and

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Just another dead nigger what the fuck do you expect from some one who

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

On the road to success who the fuck gone come and stand with me,

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Who the fuck do you think you are? (maybe echoed)

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

So who the fuck gonna bark next?

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Fuxk the nines the eight next the seven i only fuck girls who look

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Then i better focus on the studies, always with my buddies,