This is a song about "Collage"

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Undone bonding and rotting while this sting is not resolving

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Ill paint my life as picture like a mural on a wall

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Just with myself i thought of making art i'd be a painter,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Been here for long i'm fitting the moments, flows in like oceans

Fitting ya without ma gang

We on a world tour, wale your man

African queen got what you need

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet