This is a song about "Consequences"

Skipping to conclusions and forgetting to weigh consequences,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Through new fresh lenses, time to fuck shit up with no consequences

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Then the consequences, she best deal with it,

Now i’m at an age where i can understand the consequences

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Learn responsibilities and consequences,

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

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

We came to this world with knowing our consequences

Trying to give them light and a message

Consequences hurt and karma's a bitch

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Consequences of my charming chatter up