This is a song about "Yo drop the beat every friday i have to work earning money that s how i do it don t need to care about phone bills my mom pays it all"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Yo as i sit listeng to the beat

Why is it every time that i syke you have to ring the law

I got the ball, and this delivery is the realest thing they ever saw

My city's culture to the game now in existence

I understand they need to go out and pay the bills,

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Every time i drive to work it gets caught in the steering wheel

How about i just get right to it

You be on that stalker shit

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

It is friday i will do shit my way, i will spill hell's rain to day, feel the pain

Try to jack and i will attack

Do i need to repeat that?

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill