This is a song about "Misschien wel he"

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

But when he discovered he was hopeless he gathered his things,

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?

When he thought he could do this was he on coke

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

Caus he vibes and he lies chronic

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

He got you sick, he takes the mix

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught