This is a song about "Do fog"

Fog in the room it's worthy of noting

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Ohhh what to do, what to do...

He act like a fog cause he got that mystery flow

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Do you worry? do you even care? do you even know

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Static in my brain gone, and the fog slightly cleared,

And we must do what we gotta do

And all the shit you went through

Ohhh what to do, what to do...

And word i blew off herb i grew

Teachers do is tell us what to do

And i've been thinking bout you