This is a song about "Coz"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

67. coz it's a critical sentence,

Fuck you coz i am stan

Hoppin' out a van

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

'coz what i say is an art

A working genius, a work of art

Coz, now it's my game, i'm blowing hard

Coz if you'll try,you'll feel like fly

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Call me crazy coz i want privacy

20 racks really thats sneaker money