This is a song about "Must"

It must be my personality,

Must be something you want me to see

And bijies like im out and

Of breaking through this shit, i must

I must not fear being insane

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

You must be getting faded

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

The baddest in town

What goes up must come down

Nigga you must of gone nuts

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

You must mix that with dank

And i ain't trying to land

I must be different inside

Wino might find yo' sight