This is a song about "File"

Probably won't last long, you know it's been a while

That's my style/ compile a file that launch me up a mile/

I'll hurt you tell the jury and file another lawsuit that my mind is bout to fall through

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Same flies file in hearts like they're aisles

Who know this be the life that i really live

My hungry lines will kill ya my style, so file my lines,, as i got tupac in my ten signs,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

And expose the exposed, getting the file enclosed while i'm being

Put you file for all your dumb shit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file