This is a song about "Not getting any where"

When people pass by the homeless, not giving any cents

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Its not about getting connections,

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

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Where are you its not reality

Im not getting up because im counting sheep

Translation cause my life is too sweet

To carry 'em softly, not any of my friends stayed there,

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

When people pass by the homeless, not giving any cents