This is a song about "Soft"

That's making revenue of a name we cherish

Im a lunatic with a soft blemish,

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Got indelible colors, only look where they’re buzzing

Soft spoken and on occasion start mumbling

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

Fighting sloppy,you could not knock me,off,you always looking soft,

We spit hard rhymes,that make you soft.

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Coming out the snowfall, like hoth and i'm soft/

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

I started out goin soft on the track

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

And it really ain't my fault all your shit looks soft/