This is a song about "Becoming what i fear"

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

I am here to increase not reduce nor decrees ya fear,

My life's based upon what i'mma do this year

I can smell it from a mile talking bout your fear

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

An answer i evade, a fear to fade

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

Being an alchoholic i fear,

My whole family's hating what i'm becoming

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

And now these eyeballs are turning and the fingers are pointing..."looka what he's becoming."

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Pocket racked up all big faces

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff