This is a song about "Banta clause"

I just hope one day we’ll come to an agreement

Underrated that's temporarily for the moment

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

Ballin out, showin out, at the rendezvous

Straight to your back and ribs conditions hazardous

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Pull me in, throw me out

Sub-division of religion goes overhead to discriminate

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Considering we've been denied of every fucking amendment!

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Fine young man with an old man mind

(x2)there is no art to find