This is a song about "Current"

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

Texting my mama current self

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

My current path is pathless, full of maggots, sticking together like magnets.

Dont search for fame, thats my current thinkin man/

Can you picture my specific plan

When i scroll through the current battles going on

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

13. this whole rap game in it's current making,

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

Against a strong current im swimming, wishing it was here but in pain im wincing.