This is a song about "Progress"

Progress not foggy, though, foes going so low to

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

I can taste the salt from my tears

Moving on makes the best progress, nonsense,

Get the best progress more

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

The love i have for you is jus makin progress,

If you try to give it to me at the door

You're fodder even yet my progress don't stall or

Sweet, okay makes sense

Still a work in progress.

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

There's still room to progress,

And everybody's having sex