This is a song about "Hear my"

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Flame it up, hear my flow, i changed it up

Raps from my golden dome, hear it in vocal tones,

If we ain't right and always at the throats

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Oh god i hope you hear my prayers,

She told me erything is real

All of the hair from out my hear

Suddenly i hear my m16 scream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Say my name up the #stairs, i'm hear to tell a #story,

I just tell cj keep on rollin’ that's my shorty

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

U cant feel my pain but hear about it in my words

Get you to heaven's gate when you hear my bars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops