This is a song about "Missions week hometown bound"

Then start barkin' loud 'til the neighbors wanna calm you down

So they remember me as the beast.. for slayin they hometown//

I have to say r.i.p because, i'll see you again next week.

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Thought he'd quit and stomp his missions

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Comes to fine out you was only there for a week

Bait baby, wait baby

Thats what its bound to be

I could beat you with my wrists bound

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Hard to forgot she's gone space bound

They can’t even come around

Redan road, that’s my street

Sniffing cocaine 7 days a week,