This is a song about "Yo young deer here time to start kicking some bars hop out my tub see you there with a big thug life is complicated but you ve got to live for what you ve got i m all you choked up from 12 spliffsa a day"

You got nothing, you sprint to keep up with my jog

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

But you see, asses to me are just for kicking

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Comes to fine out you was only there for a week

Tag, time for you to hit me up with a good rhyme/

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

"what you want out of life its all up to fucking you"

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

And over time you could see it start to take a toll

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

I´ve got those scars on my wrist that nobody can see

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

My slight fo's just talk dirty

I've got some skill you has to see