This is a song about "On the blovk"

Layin on his chest in the sand time forgotten on the dash.

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

You left your nigga on his own

Choked the one on the throne

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Saw the bombs on the news

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

' alright, already, the show goes on

When you took my hand up so calm

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

' alright, already, the show goes on

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition