This is a song about "Brake you"

It's really not an issue

See you, touch you, hear you

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

To spit builds to the top then i rip i no i can brake any bitch

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

I never take breaks, i make brake throughs, so forget you, and all your friends

Only real niggas stay on top

You thought what you thought, you walked and you talked

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

You think i'm lying to you

500 miles push on the disc brake

I feel good, i look great

We pray while we prey on competition

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin