This is a song about "Balance"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

At the end of a day all i do is hang in the balance

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Cause without balance there's no way this wine can sit in my challis

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Not talking bout hova keep balance like you supposed ta

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

A prophet of catastrophic, balance between nonsense and logic

It's obvious that i learn to balance the negative and positive

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Of gold wont really make it bold, even if u held it wif balance,

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

Keep ying and the yang in balance so im bringing a pistol