The Message

I'm one of those rappers who ain't gotta rock a snapback

I'm past that

On the fast track to makin' them fat stacks

Who am I kidding?

These days, it's all about the money

And cuffin' honies

Only way to do that is write them raps fast

Yeah, all about smokin' weed and sippin' codiene drink

No responsibility, makin' these fiends think

That the life filled with vice is what's desired

And all that's needed to reach that goal is sell the powder and get higher

Right?

It's outta sight and outta mind

I'm only seventeen and already have some homies living a life of crime

It's kinda sad, like you're only starting your journey on this road

But already obsessed with the fantasy of gold

And all the lust

Fuckin' raw at the age of sixteen

Your balls just DROPPED, you're havin' baby mama problems

Now your all is lost, you ain't fit to raise a child, man

Now that child don't have a dad, damn.