This is a song about "Alls well that boswell"

Thinking that they can tell us what to do well fuck em

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Sayin' they wish that i was well

This is heaven on hell

I might as well just kill that

Where the black girls get their weaves back

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Yeezy taught em well, now we smoking that kush

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Well, that trait matches rap just as well as socks do with sandals

Well you think we're not ready but we're ready for that

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Oh well, guess that i can deal without,

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out