This is a song about "Scope and application"

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

And get it again and again

I know you just doing your job

With a lyrical scope

I got alotta phones

And nasty remains and bones

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

And kill yourself and your clique

Don’t you be holding back

And like to boast and brag

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Pussy nigga want it he aint even know he was on scope

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke