This is a song about "Phlegm"

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

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Potent phlegm gold tutted, bodies go loose

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

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

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

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

In private, not public in the streets

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

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