This is a song about "Cbp 373"

We self-made but never is an i on the team

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I got you on watch i put you on notice

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

I talk a lot of shit i'm backing it up

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

I run up in your spot getting invasive

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

By a brotha who was hopeless

I got the focus and you're atrocious