This is a song about "My automatic"

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Time is automatic

My sick rhymes got you woozy yo, an automatic oozy flow

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

You see automatic, few flee, ought-ta have it

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

This flow is automatic like i'm packing it in my belt.

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Shout out to ree, automatic victory.

But five years from now i bet she see

Lyrically i'm extravagant fully automatic the devils advocate,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that