This is a song about "Reduce it"

Is what you make it, shake it

No car key and i mean that

Twists it, turns it, beats it, burns it, tortures us in silence

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

I'm on my own shit

Whatever started it

The weak are taking uppers to reduce bad sweats

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

What goddamn it, which motherfucker jammed it?

With my thumb, pack it, light it, pass it

Told you camp lo was my favorite

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

I was tryna hit it and quit it

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, i writ it,