This is a song about "My arrival"

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Patient in the basement, waiting for your arrival.

My streaks my testament.

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

If they startcuz it's all about survival

And deep inside i know god awaits your arrival...

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I leave these beats dead on arrival,

Ha, running rebel on another level

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Grab my knife and my gun

I pop one, you pop one