This is a song about "Progress logs"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

By the progress quick eliminate process that's the contents

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

I cannot progress the feeling is gradual

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

And i just shit all on you i call that dropping logs.

Moving on makes the best progress, nonsense,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And makes progress every single time the sunsets

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex