This is a song about "Must"

We gotta get back to what really matters

He must be able to soar, must have some powers

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Nigga you must of gone nuts

You must be fuckin delirious

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

It must be my personality,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Your vision must be blurry

On they twitter writing novels, see

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Of breaking through this shit, i must

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

Pussy must be serious (hol' up)

No reason to be around

What goes up must come down