This is a song about "Early massachusetts"

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

And now i'm spilling early thoughts, 'cuz it's purely art,

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Get drag'd 2 a early grave

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I think i want to leave, but it is a bit early

Giving rap artists an early dismiss

She dont have a problem with, with

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

You cant end early, no reward at the end

Half your body laying on my chest