This is a song about "Listening"

These are questions i wana ask when your listening

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

I like listening to music in the week.

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Pretending someone is listening here

Lyrical spinach coursed on my main plates for more listening

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

No responsibilities for me listening

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

Youtube and listening to music at full blast

Boys listening wishing to hack me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one