This is a song about "10 y"

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

So the image will be captured when thoes kids ask y life aint fair

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Artistic individuality

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

Y you bitches think im playing,

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

When i'm low, she take me high