This is a song about "Hurdles"

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

The irony, prior to the hurdles we leap,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Ma rap is my life, life is livin, to get through the hurdles,

As she goes through the levels

I don't walk so i have no hurdles

Ok look, got you shook, you jumping up like its a hurdles race/

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

These tied ends break fast, i dodge bullshit like hurdles