This is a song about "Progress"

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

And makes progress every single time the sunsets

Progress not foggy, though, foes going so low to

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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

Still a work in progress.

I don't fear death

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Getting so high it helps, to get shit off my chest, as i progress,

They fiend in the door

Get the best progress more

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

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