This is a song about "At my crib"

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

At my pinnacle at a point so pivotal

I arrive at my destination

Got me rushed to the station

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Chillin at the crib alone so you know i'm blasting that music

God is at my window but the devils at my door

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

? all white but the phantom is all black

I dont know where my pencils at!?

Just look at my good body

I reel them in, goadomes on see

In my crib / butlers, women and nah no kids

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks