This is a song about "My asselins ballsack"

Grab my knife and my gun

Baby you're the one

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

My own unknown is my enemy,

These my rhymes and my story

Hopin' that my niggas see

I’m tryna be low key

That is my wish, my fantasy.