This is a song about "Points of concurrency"

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

But now it's on point, more points then of a cactus.

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

We all forget points in our life replace them

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I got two points before i hit the next level

Whip purple and yellow, hello

Return of the king of flow

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds