This is a song about "Act"

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

I just pray my mother doesn't witness the act.

There destructive like cancer act

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Snitches here don't got no heart

I'd rather act the part

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

That acknowledges this polished act.

I can't change the way i act

That we can't forget the past

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Like the 1st amendment, then they send the rico act,

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Righty ho, that's drake's act copied

We could never have a peace act

I can feel your heart beating fast