This is a song about "Doubts"

Holding those same doubts, asking god why.

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Becoming one of the best is one of my doubts in life

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

In 2 to 6 hours

Thinkin we had no doubts

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Whats wrong is right, they have no doubts

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

No doubts that my team'll murk the rest,beat & serve the pests

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds