Lyrics
Life's too short dawg
Life is brief, my friend
T’Challa just died
A reference to T’Challa’s death, indicating mortality
I ball like Michael Jordan and I fight night like I’m creed
Comparing prowess in basketball and boxing to iconic figures, asserting unseen depth
You look me in the eyes and you still will never see
Despite looking, you won’t perceive my true self
Cuz I’m Sippin on that Dolce in my Dolce and Cabana
Enjoying Dolce (luxury) in Dolce & Gabbana attire
I’m hotter than your mother when she’s locked inside a sauna while she’s sipping boiling water mixed with oil and exotic
Exaggeratedly hot and uncomfortable, akin to the feeling of being trapped
Spices that we never seen im cold better grab your fleece
A warning about being cold-hearted, advising protection
I still can’t forget about the things that made me me
Memories integral to shaping identity linger
You remember
A prompt to recall
(Bring the bud, burn the bush)
A symbolic call to action, invoking change
You remember my love
A recollection of past affection
You sold your soul for
Trading something invaluable for desire
(Come to me)
A beckoning for connection
You sold your soul for that drug
Trading something significant for addiction
My exes couldn’t know me I’m a whole new man
Growth leading to a transformed self
Nobody knows my future y’all can’t read my hand
Future is unknown, unreadable to others
Shawtys wanna know our label I want labels here to know me
Desire for recognition from significant entities
Show me 40 Rollie’s those my closest things to trophies
Luxurious watches symbolizing personal achievements
They said I’m mixed with too much now they wanna mock me
Being judged for diversity and now facing ridicule
But my voice is in your ear I want this shit to sound godly
Aspiring for impactful, divine-sounding music
What happens to a boy when he couldn’t see his mama
Reflecting on the impact of losing one's mother
I’ve seen and watch her grow and I told her that she’s stronger
Seeing maternal strength in growth
Still hooking over
Still dwelling on past matters
(Bring the bud burn the bush)
Similar to earlier line, a call to change, to move on
Still hooking over and die
Continuously dwelling on the past, potentially leading to downfall
Our love is burnt
Love has been damaged or destroyed
(Come to me)
A plea for a connection
Our love is burnt in the sun
Love has been ruined or affected negatively
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