This is a song about "All you have"

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Its hard to picture all the places that you think you have been

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

All you have left is just to watch and sit still

Now you all might have already criticized, that this flow is, elementary

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

You have to make it count, remove all doubt

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

You may have got all the smarts in your brain

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

You all look at me like i have not a clue

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Ill get you all alone iso,have you turning albino,