This is a song about "Dengerous grounds"

I'll tell you baby that we're through

It always matters to you

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

My felonies are all based in memories

This for my niggas that really rap hard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Place a certain exclamation mark,

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Maybe ill grow up and do great things

I think it's more racist than ratings

Pray to the based god you don't catch the fury/

But five years from now i bet she see

From my location in space, a sphere covered in rubble

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

I like to bang girls on a daily basis

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love