This is a song about "Leap"

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

Your just a bleating sheep, tryna touch me like a worm tryna leap to the moon

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Leap above the street and splatter on the concrete,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

The irony, prior to the hurdles we leap,

The fame is sweet, the leap is a feat

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

An arms length reach from complete but keep falling short of the leap

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Salmon river leap stream another triple w dot domain

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Upset the beep alarming armies charging who's next to leap