This is a song about "Analysis prolapse"

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Will he handle the trip, or will he slip so sadly

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Guess i'll just throw my words/

The birds i knew flip birds

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

So all you people out there can have a good night

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

As people move forward, i move backwards. room bastards, that's what

Yeah, look here i pay dues

About to make his move

You must have been out your bipolar mind,

You can search but you'll never find