This is a song about "Tragedy"

That beat me down like gravity, what a tragedy,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

If you don't understand you'll be missing out, what a tragedy

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Like miley at vanity fair, its a tragedy/

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

So i cure that tragedy by rhyming after bowls

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

And that only consists of zero tragedy

Malia family, we the family

And they can't see the tragedy

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Something more than reality cause i'm a tragedy waitin happen