This is a song about "Pulling through"

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Hell be picking big boulders breaking his shoulders pulling the rollers

And with these thoughts i feel the goodness slowly pulling away.

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

Cuz i'm pulling skirts up exposing you ladies,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

She do it with no hands

Pulling the stitching out as

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose