This is a song about "Going off"

Please hold your applause

Blasting off and slacking off/

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Going off you know, the great gatsby

Going off on a beat to kakorot you're to weak

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Im writing this shit off the dome but its going great

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Fuck off your just gap not a man going in the bed with your old

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Thought we had something going

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Your indomitable spirit kept us going