This is a song about "Days fly by without a notice we chase after dreams"

I get that work from my face

Like a women who loves to chase

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

I'm going up the snow without being zipped by a jacket

Teens became fiends without dreams like martin luther king,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

These days we praise martin

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

We pull by, so we could spy, then leave a bloody bath

The time is now to chase after these lightning bugs/

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Top dropped down, black on black

Fly bitch gang we did that