This is a song about "So connect"

Maybe rightfully so

Preaching to the choir though

Lyrics connect like a blow to aesthetics

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Around her i'm apathetic so

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

If i didn't, i guess i'm a cool cocaine connect

Does not make any sense when i connect lines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights