This is a song about "July 29"

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Might clap ya kin folk, its simpo, ya family don't matter/

They would be low key about them kilos/

We love for a while then a light goes

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

Puffin celery endo, neva kneel like them simps though/

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Committin' those letter crimes unpredictable like weather in july

Yes we bout it bout it/

You, you, you have to pay for that

//the beat drops at 0:28-0:29, then i go in

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win