This is a song about "Maximum sentences"

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

I grimace a bit, it's like i'm serving criminal sentences,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Monstrous with pens and shit, abolishing with sentences

Blazin limit it not wastin maximum hit/

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

King's being beheaded by the prince with instances of sentences

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I sense some censorship while your dwelling on sentences

Pocket racked up all big faces

Magical sentences

Finishing my sentences with trained takes an pores glistening

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something