This is a song about "Echo of yor voice"

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

I'm not withdrawing this time or showing a flag white (echo)

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I'm trying to echo the tweet i just got from my misunderstand

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

You bitch, go on, and echo their sentiments

I went to school with the white boys

I'm just rapping my true voice

All lying ass defensive ass boys

You'll be sitting here with no voice/

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

The voice of reason era just begun

Voice of the people so real like a clock the new

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you