This is a song about "Black progress"

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

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

You're fodder even yet my progress don't stall or

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

May just gon' bring hobo back

Top dropped down, black on black

In this game called rap its skill that we lack its not about progress

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Getting so high it helps, to get shit off my chest, as i progress,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Clean ya own mess, then cross the bridge as we progress

Pawning my chain in the shop

Black as black like the blacktop/

There's still room to progress,

After lebron, i'm what's next