This is a song about "Consider"

That's why i consider rappad the fucken future

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I don't consider most of yall rappers, just another literary hack

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

How come i can't escape from a girl i consider a bitch?

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

That bitch trippinpromise retaliation

You could consider me a walking cremation

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

I hope u consider this rap a roast

And my weed man should just sell flutes

I only consider few my true dudes

They just don't consider that it could hurt other kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits