This is a song about "Getting out of the friendzone"

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Jewish getting married in the church of st. sebastian

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Bow our heads, say our grace, getting out the hood is a god damn race

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

But i love my job, getting rid of the defection.

The birth pangs of democracy shout out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I'm the king of england france was getting old,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Yea,i'm that guy trying to rhyme keeps getting abit out of line

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

Me and the boy young roy are getting tired of holding the beef in,

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Of being of always getting wired