This is a song about "This is for the dreamers all of the believers"

At an extremly alarming rate

That is what you will get for all of the hate

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

This is not a rap,this is the calculas of all my energy

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

Now all the world cares for is a piece of paper

And i got a little big, keep it low key

For the sake of all money,this is fake yall funny

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

This is what i wrote it for, the mixtape i recorded for,

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Guess this is the end of the whitehouse

This isn't for the small timers, this is for the all timers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Lord's messengers flank in..lesser jerks crack up..weak believers..this lesson of theirs is rough/

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love