This is a song about "Your here"

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Why hold onto pain when im right here by your side

Here i go again, falling in love again

Girls round here your sending sext texts to them?

And i am real

Move your shit outta here

Rather than here to express your fear or impress your peers

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Didn't you here there was a callback on your fake shit

I'm here to make the ground rumble beneath your feet/

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

So fuck the speculation

Here, come reach your destination

So prepare your optics, here comes the synopsis

Professing they found one ready as this