This is a song about "Drought"

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Spiritually i always knew i was stuck in this drought

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out

His rep's about to forbear a drought, he's in doubt,

These words spout you have a creativity drought

Shake your hair like them track ain't coming out

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

You sound thirstier than a mothafuckin drought.

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought