This is a song about "Phlegm"

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Potent phlegm gold tutted, bodies go loose

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x 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

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

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

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

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

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then