This is a song about "Phases"

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

I'm in a couple phases.... i always thought i could move on from these

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

With their names in history pages and created places and phases

Wont silent the wreckage, but sirens are stacked cages, that lack phases,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Playin' like he'd play me, phases of lame statements made

People living through phases

Always knew where the pot was

Got a nigga seein things

I go through phases of violence