This is a song about "Collapse cypher"

From an african american stance

Yea well that explains how i made your ass collapse,

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

"what if all just collapse?!"

For setting up traps

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,

Good love then i can do that for her

A chance to enter my first cypher

This is subliminal wordplay, i could win a cypher,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

But now im getting out and shouting till my lungs collapse

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

And i act as a viper in any given cypher

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her