This is a song about "My arrival"

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

If you ever feel alone and

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Like a legend from the bible it's my mad arrival/

She was dead on arrival

Ok just listen up a little

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

My own unknown is my enemy,

And all women who had light features, see