This is a song about "Concrete jungle"

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

The word's on the street so keep your ears to the concrete

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

We original officially the most original

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

So i started goin' wild like a steel jungle child,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I got ways to sort beef like shattering jaws on concrete,

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Its a jungle out here and ima pounce on tha money