This is a song about "Giving up on you"

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

So before i go, you should harvest food

Taking you down and giving yall the boot

You ain't giving up? i ain't giving up either

I got something you've been waiting for

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Now i'm trippin up, trippy on the verge of giving up

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

My flow coming at ya, giving you chills

But it wasn't like that, and he was giving up slowly,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Man master why you giving bad advice/

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

Giving you epiphanies make that head blow