This is a song about "Phlegm"

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

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

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

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Potent phlegm gold tutted, bodies go loose

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

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