This is a song about "Goop dp"

Im outrunning my demons every fucking rhyme i jot

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

To them it's just a story

Rap is music with real substance b

For this, i thank the lord

Now let's go toward your record

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Cowering on my stage to long/

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

I was born to do the damn thing

Or school and the zero shits i'm giving,