This is a song about "I hope you see where all of this shit progressing"

It's all what you make of it, see how shit affects the future?

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Came back where i was raised, my city orlando,where i see a bunch of condos

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I hope you don seen i just killed this shit

I put some cash in ya pocket

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Fucken haters, and traitors, i hope to see you later

And i hope you all are to.

Streets is calling you

It's all what you make of it, see how shit affects the future?

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

It's all what you make of it, see how shit affects the future?

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Fuck you all (for reading this shit)

In the midst of a fire pit