This is a song about "Look after"

Because after it's tapered

Yeah you know i got that work

I would speed chase but nothing is in the clear

Writing rhyme after rhyme every year

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Just the truth so uh look......"

And there's little to be glad for

Wrap that blunt under after

Splatter guts n' catchya after

Huh, i can't interpret her

I'll fuck you after i strike

Cause if you run the light

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last