This is a song about "Needa leave"

Cause there could never be peace

And then i fucking leave

Leave debris as an immense consequence,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

One last thing before y'all leave.

4-3... yea, remember that please

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Background leave me in the dark leave

You dont needa worry bout me wantin to resign,

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

But i'm not in the first place

Kill him off, leave no trace/

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

Smoke alot i think i needa cilling fan.

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

That'd be a sign that i'd needa grow a spine and get rid of my concubine