This is a song about "Points"

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Let's duck away for a moment, from the points that i made

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I go hard every time making points like a cactus,

Losing affection between my fingers, bashing on singers, whos lyrics lingers in my ear,

Truly unique and soothing to the ear, slow enough to understand and my points are made clear,

At like the age of five making power points creative slides i never really had to

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

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

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Ive been in points in my life, where i dont whats right,

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

I got two points before i hit the next level

To make karma come faster than she normally will