This is a song about "Almost to 1k on instagram"

I probably body you on instagram banging and bluffing

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Swisher almost gone, hold on

Summer's almost here, but i needed money to spend

One parent above, the other live scared

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

And post the shit on instagram

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

But it was mass time, all on jesus land, almost too strange

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

These the games that they play, they study your instagram pictures

Don't even try to cry your way out of this, you're almost home,

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

To pay for the food in his garden its almost time for harvest its a combination of toxins

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins