This is a song about "Content"

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

And than i am content, intend to keep going

Content to be a spectator than stand in the ring,

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

In sight explicit content i emphasize

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Number four, the content in your rap's are just boring

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

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

Well wishes to my opposition

With the content of my composition

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Your content is fucked up,what the fuck is gay tea?

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

My content can batter i leave minds fractured then i see tombstones