This is a song about "Open"

Open minded, enlightened

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

"open the door, fucker, im here"

Ghost in the hook so real

Garage open, this moment is golden

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Isn't too fertile, there are no changes in life that're are open,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

You know theres no control, but if my eyelids are open

Lady at the frank stand will

Plowed forth took a open battle

Open the blinds and he peeps

Trap our young black seeds

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

I take her to my room and bust it open