This is a song about "Calm"

As i light one for ill will

The herb calm his mental

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

But this is just the calm before that break,

Part of me though, is searching for answers

And smokin joints to calm my nerves

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Do it while remaining still and calm

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Listen listen closely yo there's anger in the calm.

No tats dey for my arm

Let it go keep them calm,

Flowing simply, as a calm breeze

Got her going down, no teeth

Listening to the calm and then the sub woofer ignites

Foamposites, the lebrons, i’m fuckin’ wit’ the spikes