This is a song about "Point of view"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Your point of view is sickening, but its useless to be bickering

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Back to the point of wrecking one directiun's nuts

Reflect your liking of pain? how does being violent, portray your view of

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Nothing to yall but try to see it from my angle of view

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

I've expressed my view point, so now i'mma raise up,

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Always followed surely after a quick view of disaster

High offa glue you see its quite a view to see at the sea couldn't of done this

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages