This is a song about "Kennedy my bff"

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And that i spent the night with her

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I’m coming back like light-skin and

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

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

You getting mad cause i'm no generic white dom kennedy,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,