This is a song about "Vaping wit my bois"

Is written in our souls, africa

And bring that back to my property wit ya

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

In my underground kingdom filled wit darkness n corpses

They say i don't never smile

Try to get wit my style

I got two whole tears in a bucket

My squad is who i get it wit

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Lets see if you can keep up wit my sporadic flows,

Fuck any nigga ain't wit' it, i can't get off my mission

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Wit my team, we step up on the scene