This is a song about "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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Keep on blowing doja, never blow my composure

Its eatin me alive im slowly losin my composure

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Destroying your own emotions showing no composure,

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Whatever we under, keep composure/

Must maintain my composure,

I said i'm hurting her