This is a song about "Permanent"

But like a sharpie on carpet, that shit's permanent, man.

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Putting you haters into permanent rest,

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

You feel me now, its permanent, great, now i'm convicted of murder, bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

It's useless, we're stuck with permanent bruises, it's stupid,

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Take you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Putting you haters into permanent rest,

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

It's a permanent solution to a temporary problem

They're a permanent stain

I live my life in tha fast lane