This is a song about "Consider"

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

I only consider few my true dudes

That’s why i consider this golden, what i’m spilling right now,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Consider that to be my submit,

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

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

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Wit me be like 50 trippy hippies and they all consider

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

Everyday i miss her, and one day i might consider,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I hope u consider this rap a roast

After every show, a dream she hold

Far as lyrical precision i'm imperial loser

That's why i consider rappad the fucken future