This is a song about "Physical changes"

Saying that we need some changes

Let's have a toast for this new love

If your spits were your physical reps

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Isn't too fertile, there are no changes in life that're are open,

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Extend the rhymes to fit your mental and physical,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

So much changes when you make meager decisions,

Embracing the changes puberty left my dick with

And bitches say bitch like bitch is not offensive

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Physical , emotional and mental abuse/ combination of those

Physical frail but on the mic is invincible

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble