This is a song about "Farewell address"

Tryna address issues to this generation’s youth,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

But i'm not trying to impress, just trying to address,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I point out the flaws you refuse to address,

For no reason, ain't the best of the times, address the divide

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

Dont tie your hair

It's a word of farewell,

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

"here's my address, meet you at my place at eight"

And i'll address those fucking issues in the bars probably,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

That's the shit that we address, admire how we talk about it,