This is a song about "Missions week hometown bound"

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

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Maybe i should ditch my hometown and friends

Thats what its bound to be

But am i less holy

Bound to start stabbing the game with it

Or never say never though i admit

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Cause i wanna redo my life it seems i'm take 2-bound

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

I like listening to music in the week.

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

The underground artists sproutin' under towns never bound