This is a song about "You will all be feelin this"

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

But the music will stop and all the lyrics will be said

This track will be in ya ear refresh

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

And this beat will be real tight blast you off the earth and your no where in sight

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

My prints all across you but this surely will cost you

Shall it be that this beautiful land will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

You know this night on earth will be their very last,

I feel like im starting to fade, feelin like this shit might be a little delayed.

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make