This is a song about "Infinite"

Somebody tell justin beiber that i'm fuckin' coming

I distributed the dick with infinite loving

#infinite syllables breathing the life into these cold hearted melodies

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

I'm #distant #at #infinite on my own #beautiful #planet

Has infinite symmetry

Hey, must be the money

I've got infinite ammunition, a verbal expedition

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Well how can i stop, if its infinite

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

See these little thugs grew up and thought there infinite potential,

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Killing instrumentals, sick your mental, infinite potential,