This is a song about "A cycle jacket with brackets attach strapped and fastoned in a bridal fashion"

With psychological problems i live a constant cycle

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

If they startcuz it's all about survival

For why things were always in a cycle

Black magic crack addicts, better wear a flak jacket,

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

You're bad fashion, i'm crashin' into the side and back of a

Capped quicker than michael crowned king! lost in a cycle lights flicker

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Psycho jacket attached with brackets latched and fastened in a bridle fashion