This is a song about "Black progress"

Roll up niggas be like sex

There's still room to progress,

Top dropped down, black on black

I don't want it on my back

I cannot progress the feeling is gradual

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Moving on makes the best progress, nonsense,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

The love i have for you is jus makin progress,

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Ain't even tryna hold back

We kung-fu that jack black/

But i still rap like a black

Don’t you be holding back