This is a song about "Why can t i get a gi"

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress

These days, can i get a muthafuckin witness

Or a come-up, whos to say? i know i got bangers, why not get paid?

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate

But the only word i can come up with god is why... why...

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

And the only word i can come up with god is why... why..

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

Your life is a product of trash

(dude, can i get your autograph?)

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

I'm upset that she's been taken but i..........can understand why,