This is a song about "Increase"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Go to school, practice conforming to become cool, to increase my status.

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

The demands increase aswell as the fans

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

Meditation spliff hit, to increase my interesting spit

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Your words no longer increase

Tina perm your fucking weave

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Crime? we saw that shit increase, hardly knew for several years,

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

But i'm here to increase and decease your path

In your family i actually increase your family with my enthusiastic dick

But at times unnessecary, i'm gettin worriedteardrops and closed caskets, the three strikes law is drastic