This is a song about "Fees n"

Pretending to be awake 'n

For those whey no fit dey fix son

I get excited n all when you make me cry n crawl

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

You mental state deteriorates n,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

To strengthen your defending 'n

I'm a son of a gun

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

And i can't help but stare, cause

Checks delayed n' lights turned off

They'l diss your dissonance n' rip your ligaments 'n' dick quick

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick