This is a song about "Waiting on ya baby"

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Ya first song was chronic masturbator, mines fuck ya baby,

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Motherfucker i'm on to ya,

Waiting on a fishing line for this dream,

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

My mind potent like you high off keys or something

Waiting on my homies as they do their thing

Haha im twisted aint i incase ya waiting for an answer

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Baby im on my other shit,

We never tattle, let god handle that

Make amends with this sinner while im waiting on my steed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat