This is a song about "Jaylin thompson"

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

I've been walkin' streets of chicago, yeah this shit is so capone,

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Dad abuses the beer

Ain't that your worst fear

Then dad payed off my bail

Naija guy like wale

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

The little stands for lil and the gun stands for tommy

I don't know defeat

While i’m walking down the street