This is a song about "Things drifting away"

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Your destiny is a recipe for better things

Ripping and, drifting a#side like a part of my souls been taken for #life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Spitting things inefficiently?

Lord knows you've been busy

I think it's more racist than ratings

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

And brutally doing things

These chalance give me balance

Cause real niggas do real things

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

The deepest of your feelings

Couldn't understand why things

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Gifted, while drifting shot still got it in the net