This is a song about "I wont comprimise"

Word, absence will make the heart grow

I wont do it today tho

Rack, rack city shit

But i know it wont fit

You be gentle i wont

All this paper i fold

I cant i wont i dont have the guts

So i can understand police victims

But they dont so i wont so im still selling yell

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

But i wont be playin catch up or gettin mash up,

Hopefully i wont catch rabies and begin to froth at the mouth,

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds