This is a song about "Ta"

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Formulating up plots ta escape from salems lock 'cause its scorching hot,

Than the muse of a family

Girls try ta rush me touch me love me

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me

Yo fuck all fame got a hunger ta gain

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Black fours red drop head doors