This is a song about "Fix"

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.

Silicone bitches got the confidence

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

I cant fix i cant glue it

No car key and i mean that

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

I'm ill, chronic sickness, neither porridge nor lozenge fix this the knowledge

Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix

It's moe, all i need is more chips

This world is sick and these voices i can never fix.

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics