This is a song about "Are"

Sponges are absorbent

Put the purp in the blunt

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

I'm in my other car

Fuck friends (as if they are)

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Got a beans if you wanna pop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

My raps are good, yours are bad..

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?