This is a song about "Lawful observer"

Soft serve lyrical excellence you should observe like dem freaks from

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Win a award show without a recital,

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

But i guess i was begging for it/ you left and you just tried to award it

This shit has got my soul

He thinks that he can control

Kick you in the groin, stick you for your vanguard award

I style on new york, pile up my fork

This boa, what's your motivation

Out to control the entire nation.

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Watching my homie died try to get turf

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love