This is a song about "Come thru"

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Searching thru a never ending loop of keys, all for different locks..

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Cuz all i do is pull up in the drive thru

You just gotta keep pushin thru

Hey now got a thing for you

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Everything lucid thru these glasses

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Creeping thru your window ever so slightly

In greece i'd pilot a chariot thru skies at morning

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

So am going to chill and go thru life's rap.

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat