This is a song about "Endless loading screens"

Screens paint a picture of depravity real-

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I'm always standing alone in this endless game, watching

And she throws up whatever she eats

But when you'll see us on a screens

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Or else the endless cycle continues and rotates

Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

And let there families torture you endless,

Together all the timethought it was true love

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

With african battle squads loading gats to the maximum