This is a song about "Release"

Nothing to do so ya just release a track,

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

The pressures getting to my head, so i gotta release/

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Release that white lumpy cream, teen crime scene,

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Now climb, ascend an release your tension

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

So you wanna release platinum? you won’t even go wood,

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Always am involved with the skills i release

Release rhymes, beast lines, welcome to the meat grind,

Fucking with a motherfucking mind