This is a song about "Jordi falling forward on his chair"

Road to success headed to the chair

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

The chair fit his actions right, he was a lazy boy.

You ask for my forgiveness,i forgave you but the same shit repeated again

As time ticks forward he comes closer to the end, sitting at the end of his bed holding a pen

The trigger or the chair

Woah there, woah there

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

His teeth are falling out of their sockets,

I can see the sun falling

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

And for that i never look back but upon forward