This is a song about "Giving a navy jersey to my grandson and daughter in law"

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Chasing tale and how to keep you away from law,

About how you sold out to the norm like a whore on the jersey shore

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I don't wanna die, i miss my wife and my daughter

Stuck in, juxta#position next to these demons i keep #giving,

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

'til my grandmama told on her grandson

She step away and that's when i see my daughter

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

That´s when i started to rhyme words at the navy

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe