This is a song about "Advance warefare"

Take a chance, my life will get better, ill advance

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer

Don't give a fuck imma psycho known in advance

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

And get caught, in the moment

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

But nah, he is quite different

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I advance further through this rap shit and haven't looken back since