This is a song about "The homie nate lagging"

Propel lagging rudder to flutter. carousel,

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Got home and see the police told my homie was killed.

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

His homie went to his house and opened the door

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore