This is a song about "Things drifting away"

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Now i'm thinkin about doin some bad 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

One day i'll go away.........

Got problems, what? i can't say

Hold it..now thank you for silence

And brutally doing things

Maybe ill grow up and do great things

They say he the key to my blessings

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Only way to leave is by smoking this j, and drifting away, into space,

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Cause real niggas do real things

3m's on my new balance