This is a song about "Set"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

I'm moving in for the kill, and i've got the trap set,

Throw down a mile mark, ready, set, go,

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Cuz im tryin to graduate in a set class that dont require me to be set back,

No set trip, no color claim

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Surf through the extremists and save the epithet i have set.

Ready to set it up, set with a plethora

I can always depend on my mama

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Everybody know sod be set

Sometimes i let anger set in

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition