This is a song about "Your doing nothing"

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

When you bluffing, and end up doing nothing

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Doing nothing over the weekend

Which to me looks like your doing more gaming, then rhyming,

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

And even though your friends tell me you’re doing fine

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

That same dude you gave nothing, i made something doing

When we fuck she say

I hope your doing ok

And single moms were doing drugs, kids had nothing to eat,

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring