text: KE on The Track
  Uh-huh
  Man, fuck it, nigga, I really aint playin
  Im back on my Baby Jesus shit, man, like
  You know, it is what it is
  Fuck everything, me against the world
  What the fuck a nigga mean?
  Bitches treat me like a king, you can call me Mr. Clean 
  I just lied to your ho
  Put on autotune and told her I can really sing 
  Run up on me, Ima squeeze
  Back in, count the back end, then we leave 
  Fuck the show money, that aint no money 
  I make more money sellin Ps 
  Thank the Lord, he blessed me with another plug
  So you know I ran off on my other plug 
  I mix the low ball with OG and drop the ticket
  They come get it, I run it up 
  When niggas be hatin, I smell it on em 
  Im duckin and dodgin them felonies 
  I would just pull up broad day and start blowin at you
  But I know they gon tell on me 
  I left in a rental car, had about twenty on me 
  But came back with just money on me
  Im fucking this bitch and she just wont stop squirtin on me
  She be suckin and slurpin on me 
  Call up DaBaby and tell em, stop shittin on me
  All this sauce, it be drippin on me 
  See me in person and said, He look different, dont he?
  Saw my pictures, put kisses on em 
  Cant fuck with niggas cause niggas be switchin on me
  I always saw the bitch in homie 
  Im in the mall with my daughter in flip flops
  But I still got the pistol on me 
  I bow my head every day, I know God with me
  But I still keep the rod with me 
  Two .40s, it feel like the mob with me 
  Fuck what they talkin bout? I be like
  What the fuck a nigga mean?
  Bitches treat me like a king, you can call me Mr. Clean 
  I just lied to your ho
  Put on autotune and told her I can really sing 
  Run up on me, Ima squeeze
  Back in, count the back end, then we leave 
  Fuck the show money, that aint no money 
  I make more money sellin Ps
  What the fuck a nigga mean?