This is a song about "Teens dying for no reason"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

There's no reason for her to continue on with this torture.

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Fleeting moments feeling, no reason for stage fright.

The legs for treks of odysseys oddly gleams bright as molly teens

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

No reason to classify it

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

I had to fight back and shit

No reason to classify it

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Yo i boast this flow and blow the show for no reason,

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone