This is a song about "Analysis prolapse"

Dont fall asleep on our beats

When you're reachin' your dreams

Capricorn & copernicus coping the night to lay/

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

You already have two strikes, i'm your third one, your out bitches

Maybe if you'd loved me, i wouldn't have turned out this way

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

Have all the rappers calling me out all spit a rhyme

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

On the beach of saint-tropez, but your man don’t lay

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

The doctors at the hospital did an analysis

And sets you up to fall

Bitch, i was born to ball