This is a song about "Manifest under duress"

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

You stood me up and i understand

You fried under that heated lamp,

Control is what you had me under

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Let's enjoy our younger years

Got bitches ducking under covers

That damier bag i bought her

Now your done and six feet under

Then bury her under the pavement

If you feel it, it must be real just

I just cant under stand it

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that