This is a song about "Phlegm"

The pressure when i press up against your chest i'm the, phlegm that stresses, till necks hurt

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

I spit this simple shit sicker like i've got chests of phlegm,

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Bars i got them/if they want some real spits i got phlegm /top speed with my

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Potent phlegm gold tutted, bodies go loose

They would spit it raw, hack it up like they saved up phlegm,

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats