This is a song about "Taste feel smell sound look appear become seem grow remain stay"

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

A digital visuals about to appear

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Trapped in see, hear, smell, feel and wean

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Become fatal and mentally unable to stay stable

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Cause when you try to sound it out, it leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

Look...i stay with loud call it boom in noise

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Started from the bottom, look what i become