This is a song about "Act of"

February cold as my heart

You act like you go hard

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

People out there act like animals

The act thrills all of my senses

Got a nigga seein things

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

High on brownies, fly on frownies, die froma suicidal act of spiritual kindness.

That act black / till the upper half of their body moves so far back

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

Go against mr. platinum, it must be the act of masochist

Wood chain with a jesus

So baby don't act tough

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Niggas act fierce as lions