This is a song about "Infinite"

#infinite syllables breathing the life into these cold hearted melodies

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

I've got infinite ammunition, a verbal expedition

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

With my infinite potential and my capitalistic mental,

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Keep at this forever like an infinite thriller/

Dc, man over money

Has infinite symmetry

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

Killing instrumentals, sick your mental, infinite potential,

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

Didn't understand it then, that life ain't infinite

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Well how can i stop, if its infinite