This is a song about "We might not make it bac"

Cause it might hurt a bit when i curve the pen to make words and shit

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

White rappers make it quicker if we talk like stars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

We live life a rap for it there not understanding it

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

I know it might not be the best man,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

We might be voiceless it seems but put your voices in lyrics,

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

It's insane how we can take some cash and make it something,

I'm not saying her name though. i don't care if it might ruin the flow.

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis