This is a song about "Current"

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Its ridiculous, the current state of the game

The current so concerned with currency

Third ward general, young cash money

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Texting my mama current self

But i can't till i put these untrustworthy motherfuckers in their caskets,

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

Catch you up on places i've been

For my current situation

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

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