This is a song about "Lace and lashes"

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

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

You phonies is fake you all is tripping tie up ya lace

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Or maybe i'll just watch us distribute drugs and lace the crack,

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,

She stunned and amazed me with her lace attire

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Life's a trip my nigga make sure you lace your sneaks,

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

That's why this generations lashes out, why we fuck around,