This is a song about "Submit"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Death from exposure, submit your soul to torture, stuck with no closure.

Consider that to be my submit,

It's all good, finna dog that

To commit, just submit

That's game bitch, ain't shit

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Don't submit to all the hate they bring you, men just get jealous,

And your rap so fake it didnt even reach submit

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

A babysitter. now i submit these lines tryna admit the times

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Try to revise your shit rather than submit your first prompt,

I'mma sign that work and release that

Bit by bit, just submit, have a go at it.