This is a song about "Keeping up with the kardashians"

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

My mind is what i'm keeping from the spies in plain sight creeping

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

The elites keeping us locked under ball and chain

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Sticking to the legends but keeping everything eccentric/

Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life

Constant fear of death the only thing that's keeping me alive

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

Now them broads gon' follow

Releasing these demons on a page, i escape, keeping the chains

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes