This is a song about "Advance warfae"

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Came back better than ever more advance, trying to take my stance, have a

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

Don't give a fuck imma psycho known in advance

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

But got comma’s in my statement

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Toss it if the cops advance.

If i don't make that man there dance

Advance your skill, take your rhyme steroid pill,

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

My advice advance in the shit you write,

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips