This is a song about "Progress"

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Where the process projects the problematic progress

An archetype, always progress with what i write

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Progress not foggy, though, foes going so low to

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

And makes progress every single time the sunsets

You can't test my best get you're rhymes to progress

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Roll up niggas be like sex

There's still room to progress,

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Moving on makes the best progress, nonsense,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets