This is a song about "Export"

I can always go home and look down my street

Take a walk, draw your feet and see your core organs bleed

In her defense she a part of the crowd

This image in my mind man imma draw it out,

Y’all gave a purpose for the roar when the curtains draw,

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

I am the hardest in the market

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

People don't condone what they've never seen

With a coffee and we end it like

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

I grab my chalk and i begin to draw