This is a song about "Traum fr euch"

J. cole runnin' late

It really sounded great

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

These bitches talkin reckless and im not wit that chit chat

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Deja vu might be a product of an objective creator

Here with rhino and the "great"est don't mistake us for norm

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving

Now i really ain't got nothing

I was playing with guns

But i'm really hip hops essence.

I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Of atomic particles split into two parts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards