This is a song about "Progress"

You're progress is non constant, the opposite to my faucet

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

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Clean ya own mess, then cross the bridge as we progress

Moving on makes the best progress, nonsense,

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

An archetype, always progress with what i write

In this game called rap its skill that we lack its not about progress

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Where the process projects the problematic progress

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

(construction in progress, please use alternate route)

Progress, nah now i digress, leave and know

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow