This is a song about "Missions week hometown bound"

Spitting dope verbs,adjetive,and nouns come on man orlando is my hometown

Look this whole time, we was comin from separate towns to hold down

Maybe i should ditch my hometown and friends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Bound to start stabbing the game with it

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

The underground artists sproutin' under towns never bound

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

My sufficient skill is bound to happen

More money that mean less sleep

Three lunch boxes a week,

To come and change my life around

Hard to forgot she's gone space bound

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Knees week, arms are sturdy