This is a song about "Retro grade motion"

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Of a terrible notion,there was no hemoglobin,in motion

Imaginary senses manifest in your motion.

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Where every recipient, property of the state

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

How you hold in emotion

That i put in motion

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Can even afford retro fours

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Roaming the streets wearing retro