This is a song about "Leve me al"

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

Nothing influence me .me is da same me .....help me

Been up and down like a criminal record, guess that's why there's al capone,

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

Hugging me, holding me, carrying me, openly not concealing me.

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Just tell me, tell me, tell me if u love me

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Mixed with diluted cider brewed with, tools from al-qaeda units

You can't cuss me, parr me

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Al give ye a tip seen as ye you canny see me visually

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see