This is a song about "I dont really sweat with chains on my nec"

Now i dont really know you

The boa know they loving the crew

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

My forehead drenched in sweat, i turn the tides

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Since i laid my eyes on you, i really knew/

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

I look down on my feet and i can only really blink

I dont really confess, im an idiot/

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

As i wipe the sweat off my brow,

I know i'm runnin' through your head now

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

I really dont want you to become deranged.