This is a song about "How close we are"

All your verses are perjury, how are you gonna murder me?

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

We are on the fucking cusp

Everywhere we go, people know who we are

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

That's the shit that we address, admire how we talk about it,

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

How we yet to find solace