This is a song about "The knife of never letting go"

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

And when we're on the mic and emotions letting go…

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

I'm past go; bitches is stripping letting they ass show

Tryna find myself letting the stars show me

Chillin' with homies and family

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

I aim the knife and heap but i go on and on and on till i

Start bringing a knife, everywhere that i go

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

Nothing but accapella when you're letting go

But its too late nigga im letting them rifle shots go

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

One taste of the red pill and you'll never go on back to blue