This is a song about "Jog"

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Decided to bag all i had and jog right home where my mother sleeps

I don't jog around my neighborhood, but i run my block/

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

They walk then i'mma jog, they job then i'mma sprint

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

They walk then i'mma jog, they job then i'mma sprint

I'll kick ya head to jog your memory 'cuz i ain't finished yet,

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

Decided to bag all i had and jog right home where my mother sleeps

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

How do y'all expect to win sprints if you only at a jog?

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

You got nothing, you sprint to keep up with my jog

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god