This is a song about "You got it"

You thought you got it made

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Unless you got prodi-g in it.

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

The dead society of a poet

You got 1 shot don't blow it

Im starved got you in my pot call it food for thought

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Its never stops even though you got lots of it

So if you got a problem confront me with it.

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

I got your mom yellin,"why you hit it and quit it,"

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I get it, you got cash,

Little light in the ass