This is a song about "Using bolt"

Using words like tapestries woven together in succession

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

Bolt up my door lock, been hearing money talks

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

My conclusion is that they pulling punches and using/

Epic, they used to feed me detours

And your brain you better be using yours,

Maybe you should bolt the windows and check under the stairs

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

Rhyming fast,out of breath..bolt to the finish line

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

I'm coming up off that shit, i run this track like usain bolt,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Are you getting it yet, i'll use a screw and bolt you in.

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position