This is a song about "Juwan in bronze"

In one round, in one dab damn im high in the sky

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

And i need you to show me love

Toddlers in tiaras,

Sweatin' me like headband

So rest in peace in my hand

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

Run for cover and return fire

In left hand mic,in right a viper.

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

And i love your mind and ambition

I get in where i fit in.