This is a song about "Never be paces"

You'll never be like em/

In the heartz of men

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Accolades never to be saved

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

That pays her decent so we ain't poor no more, changing paces,

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

But now it's gone forever, never to be.

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

Knowing i ball now to get to gentle paces

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

He would never be the center of attention, never even tasted

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

They've all moved to different places, changing their paces.