This is a song about "Keeps"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

She just keeps singing rappin and rhyming

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Time keeps flying and we dreamin' of private jets,

Drink this , it keeps you flying

Frightening, so fucking frightening

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Oh man this girl she keeps coming back

My head keeps spinning and ears keep ringing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

It’s the feeling that keeps us standing in the hallways flowing and

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Keep hating cause it keeps fueling

Can only offer them a fraction. of the fame, man what a dame. she keeps

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