This is a song about "Tie your lace"

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,

You know...you know who you are

To tie the wire to his tire

Then vest em b4 they dress em wit suit and tie

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

The connections that tie people together are severed

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

You phonies is fake you all is tripping tie up ya lace

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

I could make my lyrics make you want to tie your own noose

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Put your suit and tie on cuz shit's about to get formal

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Hazy chest, i blaze the cess, wonder if you lace it next,