This is a song about "Object"

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

She aint an object but neither is money and ill have that free based love

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

My options, let him roll, bleed, or die is my object.. if

If rap is an object it's something i own

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone