This is a song about "495 shutdown"

Niggas gonna run down, tell you put your gun down

I ain't joking around when i say you've been shutdown

Never ever pay rent

Waiting for what to end?

Growin' up in poverty in ghettoes with the caskets closed,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

For setting up traps

Sleep on me like these kidnaps

More than a hundred endorsements for this rap shit, me to restore it.

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Couldn't write lyrics close to em or aesop,

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Sometimes i think better when i sleep

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

Dubai, i been there -- but fuck that, we in here