This is a song about "Dam son where u find dis"

No way out, u trying to find out what to do

My home girl told me i got an issue

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

Now fck with dis rhyme pace,well u can never catch me in dis race!,

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Ile find my target where ever its hiding,

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

I'm so loud den dis fucking black cloud! hit u from every directions ma spitz globing around!//

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

You know where to find me right up in the studio