This is a song about "They re next"

She got me caught up in the moment

Gotta re-route over this hump,

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

On re up, need strips in cases

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Gotta re-route over this hump,

While re-sealing your stitches

The tables are turned i can't take this

I start over, and re-write my rappin urges, but they still treat it like a shit//

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that