This is a song about "Raft"

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

Heart's cursed hurting, beating, pumping current

I be murdering bars

A chart scores as high stars and mars

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Its just my ergs/ to feel flow like current/ im shocked like im wordless/

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Forced to rely on stolen beer to settle your bets

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

Anamorphic proposal like my lives the deal your good times imma steal

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

Move along folks, just another rapper tying to get a deal

So let's have a toast, everything fine

You deal with your life and i'll deal with mine