This is a song about "Ill melodies"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

#infinite syllables breathing the life into these cold hearted melodies

Taking judgements like ringin' melodies cuz' damn i don't care. really,i don't hear a thing.

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

Ill minded imma take aim,

Bad rap, cuties claim

Guess our trends dose and our melodies closure

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

Ill break your fuckin ankles

I used to sell them things in triangles

And mine somewhere bout mars

But ill still have physical scars

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Flowing in my head, soft melodies still put me to bed. i like to watch the sun set,

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Ill beat you into submission