This is a song about "After"

Nigga, fuck the world

Because after it's tapered

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

Yeah, punch line after punch line, rhyme after rhyme/

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

Splatter guts n' catchya after

I just know i'm that dope

After i load the boat,

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

After i spark up the haze,

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Car seats got screens in them

After im gone im forgotten