This is a song about "Im bacl"

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Im swear im legit, miss i promise im honest

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Now im thinkin if im gone, then im gone for good

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

Im moving so fast im moving right past,

Im saying im worthless

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Im like nah im on that delonte west

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Im in these streets im gettin paid

Im grinning while im spitting this

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches