This is a song about "Becoming strong"

Let my angel sing

Who you were becoming

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Still so damaged, day by day she's becoming saddened,

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

No other rapper has forgone the flow strong

We buy out stores till its all too gone

Milatary behind us two million soldiers strong

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Sprinkle some slinky dust, quickly become mystically strong,