This is a song about "Waaait fo"

I go hard fo sho mad flow now you know.

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Doin' it fo' the stack, hol'up i need ta reload

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Cause i aint going down fo some bullshit, deal yo supplies

Baby you so fine

Im back fo the first time

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Fuck love, it ain't no place fo a nigga in this world so rough

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Should've played quarterack fo the chiefs

Planets? fo-times heavier than,

We in the big thingseat a dick man