This is a song about "With a motha fukin sawed off"

To have a face off with the grand chaser

Get your paper, see you later

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

But we still gon' need a doctor cause this motha fucka killed it.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Fighting off syncope with a life's regrets under the microscope

Run off with a girl who's down like the sun did (sudden)

Hard to move on when you always regret one

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

Sellin to kids without a fukin care,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Out off gucci seats with heat that a make ya luie leave.

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

I'll cut off one ball, leave you with a uneven sack.

Pissed off with a stiff jaw and now im just a bitch whose/

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes