This is a song about "Hearting my fealings"

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

I told him get his 9 and run

Grab my knife and my gun

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

My shirt, purple label my shirt