This is a song about "Causes of aridity"

I want to fight the music on this one

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Of being of always getting wired

Money is nice but it has his place and still causes strife,

Have you ever felt like, like you never get life

Top of my pile of bodies

Lights please, lights please

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Never wear watches time causes losses in options,

My tribulations, the causes, the skeletons in my closet,

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Out of this coviction of feelings

She likes the way it hits her lips