This is a song about "Niggas these days"

Trap our young black seeds

But these days turn to weeks,

I get that work from my face

It seems thats all i have these days

I'mma sign that work and release that

All these niggas is broke shit

Put expressions in their music and create the face

I feel like i don't have much to say these days

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Schools these days think we learn it right

Move like i’m walking with an open case

That two face bitch that you call your friend these days