This is a song about "The homie nate lagging"

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Propel lagging rudder to flutter. carousel,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

I used to ditch school when the homie had the chevy

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

You know that love is a very serious thing

You got potatoes in the wagon but you keep lagging

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

From comfort to confront the struggle which i've never been lagging with actions

But the thing is homie theres no easy way

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

Oh wait, its just the homie mumbles

Stack up your funds like a million bucks