This is a song about "Don t you open up that window don t let out that antidote"

Army stance, ready for war

You don;t thin anymore

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Ditto, pay attention to that loner kid looking out the window

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though