This is a song about "Being less bind"

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

We priceless, skip bayless, we pay less/

And i ain't frontin for her

Go od less in an hour.

Sorry to myself for giving so much less

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

From the womb, my newborn child

Seems like we're always in a bind

This heart burning, wish it hurt less.

Spending her time with him i guess

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

You left in a bind baby sis crying

Incredible flow you cant bind up (bind up)

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck