This is a song about "Not finishing"

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

I'm finishing lines like a crackhead foaming at the mouth

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

People roll their eyes like naww probably not

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Not gonna lie we're not happy family

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

But it's not like that, but it's not like that, at all

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Not gonna pass the buck 'cause it's not cannabis

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

No not really, im not a tough guy,

But not tie because i'm not corporate.

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Do not rap if you do not practice

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses