This is a song about "Paranormal activity"

I shoot from the 3 pointer line

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Trying to undermine my efforts, let's find out/

I try to be the guy, you think about

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

But have a meaning in each line

Mumbling when they speak pick up a new task but decide to quit

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Let my angel sing

Aye, is this mic working?

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Like a transformation from drugs to employed placement

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Taken up drama, acting, working out.

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud