This is a song about "Sure"

One word after another tight chest, feels better, sure

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

Im sure most of yall can relate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

I just light up and focus

Sure i cried when you left us

But i never doubted, kept believing, that's for sure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Make sure ur seatbelt is fastened

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Double lock your door just to be doubly sure

Won't hear about you no more, i'm sure,

Busy raising babies and living on tour

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

Chorus: kick you in the jaw cause your a bitch for sure/