This is a song about "My bab"

I need to free them

My words are my rhythm

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

For setting up traps

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My streaks my testament.