This is a song about "Content"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

His content is just funny

Is what i quest

Showing in my content

See, you're my best friend

Constant complex content

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

I ain't no mathematician but i gotta stay constant with content in this crap im living

With the content of my composition

You're uncool like my mother kin

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

Rules you cant comprehend, pretend to be content

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

Only content when no one else is present, staring at resin the last in his possession

Illiterate! can't understand my lyrical content

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best