This is a song about "I have my reasons"

I might have this pistol to my face,

Move like i’m walking with an open case

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

My mind full of lesions left behind the bull shit reasons

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

I'm living in the past looking to the future my own mentality reasons being

The shit that i spit is more

Yeah, the reasons i live for:

I have so much weight on my chest

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Don't beg me back, whore, i got my reasons/

I have those scars on my wrist

If you feel it, it must be real just

Always changing the sequence for fetish reasons as i bath in red leakage.

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch