This is a song about "Must"

Your vision must be blurry

While i'm making history

Teach you how to rope a chick

So you must be cynic,

Well, i can handle that

You must be getting faded

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

It must be my personality,

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

He's feeling stressed, he must transcend/

Of breaking through this shit, i must

Secret society all we ask is trust

So you obviously must swallow.

Shades: lv was a little dough

I'm rolling down the window

Where must i go, who must i know