This is a song about "You got it"

When you see my life you think that i've got it made

Where every recipient, property of the state

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

If you want it i got it

Unless you got prodi-g in it.

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Got you weak, i can see it in your lungs

This track got you overwhelmed don't fight it

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

You cocky ass nigga, you got flow, thats it

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

But i murdered you in cold blood, and got away with it!!