This is a song about "Ideas and careers"

But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Ideas form like concrete, think so much i could pave a whole street

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Overflowing ideas with nowhere to go.

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

They hold on to their careers, and just clean their gears

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Nine o'clock and i'm trying to unlock ideas before twelve.

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

It's a way to spread ideas that i strongly believe

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities