This is a song about "Prohibition of tying"

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Moment of clarity,

They say nothings ever free

Fuck it, im leaving

Feeling, of appealing

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

All on the furniture with no regards

Through thick and thin

Of instant elation

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

You shook my world and it felt apart

Of potential cases

Rub the wood and ima show em love