This is a song about "Consequences"

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

No thoughts of consequences with no concsience he

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

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

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

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Forget about the consequences, i really just needed to see my princess

Oh god if only they could see the poverty in my head, the distress,

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Consequences of my charming chatter up

Consequences hurt and karma's a bitch

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Then the consequences, she best deal with it,

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Learn responsibilities and consequences,

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love