This is a song about "Still bangin"

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

While i'm bangin my head on this door, i wind up with 4 more,

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Bangin' my face on my desk like i'm takin' a test and i'm blankin' on basically every question

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Is still heavenly im trapped but still got magic skills

Accidentally kill your family still

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Let the good times roll with my allies, bangin' out with italians, wise guys,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

As i light one for ill will

The knowledge of my self still