This is a song about "Composure"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Whatever we under, keep 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

Must maintain my composure,

Something worth dying for

Its eatin me alive im slowly losin my composure

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

Destroying your own emotions showing no composure,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

She should have invited her

But i lost my composure

Keep on blowing doja, never blow my composure

Felt like i'm free from all my sins when the service was over