This is a song about "Vibe things"

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,

Frozen, i'm going insane / cloaked like a ghost but i've broken my chains

Spitting verses venomous curses villainous vibe coursing through my veins/

In analogy for ya'll to vibe along with

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Bitch don't kill my vibe (x4)

Now take a seat before deezy has to kill you vibe.

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

Till i threw on a rap record then just sit and id vibe

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

To take your vibe and shit on it, and spit on it

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Cause real niggas do real things