This is a song about "Not getting any where"

Not now/ not here/ this isnt where we go our seperate ways

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

In their penthouse suite, where they spend their days getting fat

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I'm still not protected any oppressed stress will leave me

Niggas is kemba walker tryna see me pitfall

So any future amends is not my call

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Focus on getting educated, not gang affiliated,

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

I'm not slim shady or any other rappin white

Getting through to the parallel universe where i see my clone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Tell me are you getting any feelin yet/