This is a song about "Katie metcalfe my nanna"

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

High on loud when i be ridin' out

My shirt, purple label my shirt

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

I think i owe you an apology katie, 'cause no one's as cold as me,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My streaks my testament.

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

My cash effected, my brain insane,

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure