This is a song about "This might be a battle might not turn out ok"

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

You might need a doc to get it out

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Watch out cuz my hair be like fire might singe ya

There might not be a single friend that's in my (freaking) will

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Your man wale in his own damn lane

I might be new to this rap game

And these amphetamine routines might be a memory

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Truth be told in this game the seasons reflect on whether or not if a nigga might change/

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

I feel like im starting to fade, feelin like this shit might be a little delayed.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I style on new york, pile up my fork

You might be spoilt but its not your fault