This is a song about "Being less bind"

Yes sir, please confess

So think they should rap less

We priceless, skip bayless, we pay less/

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

You left in a bind baby sis crying

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

I'm hoping i confess

My hate, it's too much, it's too less

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

This heart burning, wish it hurt less.

And bind lines to make them sweet and grind ground like they were cleats

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

I couldnt give a fuck less

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Nothing more and nothing less,

Baby i’mma mess, mess