This is a song about "95 bpm"

And in the end all the pressure makes them fucking crumble,

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Using multiple syllables a minute

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

Born in 95 im my brothers keepers

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Under pressure no sweat, my pores are shut

Malcolm x, by any means

While im rapping flows on beats

I was vicious the minute

I'mma sign that work and release that