This is a song about "Pull"

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Pull out the weed, put the top back

On this disorder pull the cord or swing

Folarin said we 6 million and running

I'll pull out my fencing sword

Fresh out the airport

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

How they pull off that sick no explanations

Stay ready to pull a trigga quick

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

You can't even pull off a drug bust

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Just a little push and i got a lot of pull

Turn you over pull it out

Baby heading down a cloud