This is a song about "Fishing in the 1900s"

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

Damn c's out fishing to get these whack rappers out

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

Loosing my vision, now i wish i'd never gone fishing

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Waiting on a fishing line for this dream,