This is a song about "Shall"

For the sake i dream chase in this pace i shall not shake/

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

'' you shall come to your grave in ripe old age,

Hating on the vertex then you shall lose

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

I shall but love thee better after death.

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

'' #you #shall #come #to #your #grave #in #ripe #old #age,

They giving pounds and that before get the money

With every word you speak, he or she shall agree

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be anymore pain: for the