This is a song about "Fuck lovers in the assistance"

In slow motion for the cause. pause.. forward.. fuck!

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

In the club like fuck it, though

No, just put us on death row

Don't need any assistance, gotta lead the mission

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I'll shorten the distance, with no assistance nor business

Go the distance without any assistance

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation