This is a song about "Phlegm"

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Potent phlegm gold tutted, bodies go loose

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

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

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

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats