This is a song about "Layers"

You just trynna be haters

Pen and paper, peel the layers

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Say your fucking prayers, stop cuttin layers, gods telling me your a sin waiting to happen,

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Sitting back all these layers need to peal

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

I use to chew gum like uh playa, name the name brand, yeh, i call it layers.

Everynight i stare, and say my prayers, blood drips from the missing layers,

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers

Yearnin for somethin greater, soul searchin in this dull hole full a haters

I know my shit better anyone on this damn earth, curse this place, it's worse

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

But it has been ripped off in layers,