This is a song about "Mission peak"

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

As i lay me down to sleep my insanity hits it's peak

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

But hey yo look, money from across the street

We forget about our ancestor's mission

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Wondering what is your mission

Catch you up on places i've been

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

So find the ambition, create your own mission,

21. winning is a mission,

She all on my skin

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Canibus and grits aren't helping my mission

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,