This is a song about "Stop raging on 2k"

You fall low on cargo until you come to a stop

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

She say she fucking with me the long way

Stop, hold on sensei no karate today,

Greedy niggas wouldn’t let me in the cafeteria

On top dubia, india. stop to buy india

Money ain't a thing

That i'm saving my raging

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Stop spittin on this mic please, spend it on your boyfriends dick

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Even when them niggas stop and try to plan on me

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

And to stop at that point, you gotta be on alcohol