This is a song about "We takin over"

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

His edgy fantasy slowly takin'

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

We just started playing games, you got the highscore but now it's game over

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

And we gettin' money, over here,

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Fuck taking over blocks we taking over towns with it

Look in the scope, my people still a target