This is a song about "Charm of momentum"

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I head words and learn listen hard and expect easy charm

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

With momentum like this it won't stop now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Of being of always getting wired

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Indubitably i'm too street

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

He'll stab you with a sword don't be fooled by his charm

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards