This is a song about "555"

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Till it descend and i pretend to keep sewing

Waiting for it to end

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Flyer then the rest of them

This paper to the pen

Ten more depending on where wale going

The fabrics of the universe is unknowing

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

And than i am content, intend to keep going

Half your body laying on my chest

Less a medium's attend,

As i write lyrics that send

Nigga i ain't never scared

And i'm suspended in the air floating

Get off a key like i can’t sing