This is a song about "Current"

Dont search for fame, thats my current thinkin man/

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Current so strong i cleverly prevent imitation,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Texting my mama current self

If you can't look up at yourself

Its just my ergs/ to feel flow like current/ im shocked like im wordless/

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

And now that i’m getting money

The current so concerned with currency

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Specific to the geo where the current twisted, forever they drifted, never to be lifted,