This is a song about "Advance"

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

My advice advance in the shit you write,

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

Don't give a fuck imma psycho known in advance

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

Man it’s the killer tracks

Toss it if the cops advance.

, if u called her in advance, and did the dance of mary

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Need it when i'm dancing, i need a cash advance