This is a song about "Point of no return"

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

To the point of leaving battlefield barren like repeated droughts

But we alright, and we ball right, it's no return, we're just flossin' ice,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

About but no one ever gives anything in return without a doubt. im tired of being

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

And everything all contained to circumvent in to a point of rendering.

In a serial killers point of view

Its been a long time comin, i should hang with you

Thats the point of art isnt it?

Then play you all my latest shit

No one left alive is sure where to point the blame,

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Then j cole with the return of some underdog churn

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn