This is a song about "Monsoon communist urban sediment"

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

A year ago he was irrelevant, but there was no telling that he was the rock but now sediment

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Remember that i speak the truth and bashur is not some urban legend or lore.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Live in a nation ran by camouflaged communist,

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Urban inner-city ghettoes, where you've never got a minute,