This is a song about "Composure"

Huh, i can't interpret her

Must maintain my composure,

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Whatever we under, keep composure/

Its eatin me alive im slowly losin my composure

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Baby, you know who you are

But i lost my composure

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

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

Keep on blowing doja, never blow my composure

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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