This is a song about "445"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Addicted to the hobby of making rap writings

It's not likely i don't know what i want

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

So i'm trying something fresh or maybe reviving a corpse

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Sticking to an idea is like big foot sighting

I can't find my direction like an elderly erection

But little to no interest after election

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Constantly changing the course so i'm crashing my collection

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

A written to woo women or about to go ham

Am i rapping with force or just making a slow jam

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man