This is a song about "I m fully strapped armored and loaded"

Is written in our souls, africa

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

And i doubt you can fully understand what i'm talking 'bout/

After 6 months of break, i was fully recoverd and started jottin' rhymes.

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Granted i was never fully stranded,

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

2.0 fully demonstrated so i guess dead dad jokes and fag jokes

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

I"m the designated driver

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her