This is a song about "128 bpm"

You're lightweights, a tight phase, of rhythms

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

You’re tough as nails girl, i cannot phase

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Its icy kash and i know ice is cubic

You reachin under a million calories is such a rarity,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit