This is a song about "Bring back the jazz"

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

You should be. and when you feel too high, bring it back down when the

Lyricism back in the game when i brainstorm i bring literal rain

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Come back with some shit that's so crazy it'll bring the dead up

I ain't interested in fame

Alright let me bring it back, pause frame

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Bring it all back in the back of a black cadillac

I'll bring the party all the way from the back to the front

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

But i'd rather rap with meaning, meaning bring back the flow.