This is a song about "Sorry 4 my wait"

Ima just sit and wait my chairs reclining,

And getting money is the song i sing

I coordinate, my rhymes shine like an ornament. sorry it ain't christmas,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

I am sorry but you got grinded by my mind mill,

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Wanted to rearrange my face. "but i'm human, wait!"

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Just wait til you meet my crew

My rhymes did get me in the pageant, but oh wait

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight