This is a song about "Actually"

Oh, and inform me when you're actually focused

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

That moschino shit is so back

But actually i am sad

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

And actually put out a rhyme

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Acting like this shit actually matters,

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

Actually disregard that, here let me trump card

Instead of what actually happened

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Chance of rapping on acid, but actually magic

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

Questioning if i'm crazy or actually bright.