This is a song about "How close we are"

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Cause thats how effective my rhymes are

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Your friends are left wondering how

Soul brother number two, i'm the one now

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

But the bills are so close, nah man, it's too real

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

How i started writing, this story is close to me

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Right now we are plentiful

I'm on my pedestal