This is a song about "Lagging"

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

From comfort to confront the struggle which i've never been lagging with actions

I'm honest, it's urgent, i've been lagging.

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

You got potatoes in the wagon but you keep lagging

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I'm universes ahead of my lagging peers/

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Propel lagging rudder to flutter. carousel,

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair