This is a song about "Analysis prolapse"

Speed up, patience, please cause

//said when the lights shine off

Or the fact that you're about to lose

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Shots leak, i sweep you up and mop the floor like a janitor.

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

I must go like fly route

Ill fucking syke out

"you win some you lose some"

Atl was tipping them

It's now fucken done you lose

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

After this battle i’ll put you out of your misery,

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Through the tablet sheet leak when the ink spills soft,