This is a song about "Composure"

But i lost my composure

Your careers over, he’s slumped over

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Keep on blowing doja, never blow my composure

That's too many problems, too late to think over

Its eatin me alive im slowly losin my composure

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser

Whatever we under, keep composure/

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Must maintain my composure,

And the streets is getting colder

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over

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