This is a song about "Composure"

I don’t care where ya are

But i lost my composure

So when the cops came asking,i know not to say shit,keep my composure

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

Keep on blowing doja, never blow my composure

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

So when the cops came asking, i know not to say shit, keep my composure,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Destroying your own emotions showing no composure,

Whatever we under, keep composure/

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Its eatin me alive im slowly losin my composure