This is a song about "I can apply the distributive"

Half your body laying on my chest

I can be the fucking best

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

I can do this music the way i do because im wit

My all gold rolly or the

I can smell the shit, fuck dakota

No more will we cry

Rhymes time can not apply

I wish i can spread the word of jesus so others can hear it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Is written in our souls, africa

And i can see the roof. uhh.

That this shit i apply, proves that rap's demand is high/

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

I can brag all day about the flag

Skin tone i wish i could take it back