This is a song about "Intentions"

he saved our lives , he rose from death he forages for his sons,

Emitted amidst uplifted insistent percent of inventive intentions

Fuck with my intentions, try to prevent this, i wont even mention the fact that youre defenseless

I'm trying to make a profit out of living in this sini'm in the dark getting buzzed, looking for some love

Your intentions for victory, is questionable

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

But i've got no intentions of bestowing lessons

Makin niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Intentions higher than my expectations will forever be underachiever

I paint the truth whenever i relay my intentions

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Hopefully with honest intentions that do not lead me askew,

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

Im an assasin when im rappin i got some murderous intentions

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