This is a song about "Find life in rhythm"

They tryna find the best in me

But we should be body to body

My homie lu, he says i rhyme in a rhythm

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

But when i get in the rhythm eventually end up spitting

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Wont stop it, imma find what in life n just cop it, got it?

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Switchin pitches just to fit this rhythm stitched in so dope on it

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

Didn't find out all my life that i was stuck in a bubble,

In the projects where ya find me

Could i make you my baby

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza