This is a song about "Must"

Me and my microphone could be one

You must have some delerious brethren,

Your vision must be blurry

My slight fo's just talk dirty

So you obviously must swallow.

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

And when it come to the cash

It must rather be received as

Thought this was forever love

You must be fuckin delirious

5 times i must repeat it, then 5 times must delete it.

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

He's feeling stressed, he must transcend/

Nigga i ain't never scared

You must be getting faded

Free earl, that's the fucking shit