This is a song about "Become"

Cold, my style making my nose run

Never become someones minion

My best friend armani lost her arm at the border

She begins to decay, to become a slaughter

Places that were occupied before become vacant

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

You want to become a handicap

No car key and i mean that

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

This cities testing patience,people become aimless.

It's what you believe you can become.

You just working with the scraps you was given

You might become my mission

Ambition, pardon my ambition

If the coach knew what he would have become

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one