This is a song about "It s hard to remember it s easy to forget"

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Hard to make it in music/

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

And when i start to rise

It´s the battle of life

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

They say nothings ever free

They tell me to take it easy

I'm caged up in state prison

And that´s how it has begun

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick