This is a song about "Cons"

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

More major than frajer cakes baked; man, they got the cons right

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

I'll give you pros and cons about you man

Before the king sings his conquest, haven't seen his cons yet

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

But i guess pros outweighed the cons

Trying to move foward, though it never stops