This is a song about "Phlegm"

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

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

Potent phlegm gold tutted, bodies go loose

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

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

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again