This is a song about "Collapse"

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

That begets collapse like a gusset defect when i plague yo beats,

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

Yea well that explains how i made your ass collapse,

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

The foundation collapse, your trap inside, you couldn't go

Wouldn't you want a brother who'd help you if you collapse?

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Collapse and scream for help, but i'm small just like kelp

Then i collapse right on top of my desk

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

I hear pouts and the lords come to pay, my heart begin to collapse

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

If i see any more desks imma collapse,