This is a song about "Connect four"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Lyrics connect like a blow to aesthetics

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Un-denied respect, so i stride to perfect every line i connect

Air becomes a resistance when i connect the speakers to your mind

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Countless bitches like spree shop, connect like free spot/

Connect four,connect rhymes

I wish i could have 25 wives

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Lines that i spit doesn't even connect dots