This is a song about "Harmonica"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

If you ever feel alone and

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel

And still a nigga made it here

Bass music was my culture, still is

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Atlast it become thinner now there starts my violin blazing like a fire

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

To the words commin goutta that bitches mouth

See a man in the mirror but it's a man of steel

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

Bitch stop running your mouth

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Bass part beast i start feasting on virtues and scriptures

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years