This is a song about "You think your all that boi"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

And yea right if you think that your a bad boy

Yeah you think you're all that cuz your snap back and your fat stack/

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

All of these are the ways that you could meet your fate,

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

You fags think it's all a game

I can make it rain

Your down for the count boi here its first kill

I used to be the most humble until

What you think i should say after that?

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack