This is a song about "On point"

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

I spit hard on point like a fuckin cactus

And hold it so it's on-point, then beat you 'till your broken bones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

What's the point? what's the reason?

Car seats got screens in them

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

That scary love, never get married love

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Hit or miss, but truth is, i'm on-point accurate,

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

And i be on point like a mutha fucking ice pick

Got to the end of the tunnel

My style is on point like a decimal,