This is a song about "Training development"

Training my craftship using people for practice

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

Development to try make it intelligent, irrelevant. signs of the subject

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Like denzel from training day

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Training my craftship using people for practice

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Restrained as david ayer's training day, pavin' ways, makin' change

After all the training you gonna wanna abort

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development