This is a song about "My bae henry"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Flow unfuckwithable, niggas impotent

These my rhymes and my story

They say nothings ever free

My words are my rhythm

And it weighs a ton

But somehow it made them listen

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Look it something they can't ever see

My own unknown is my enemy,

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

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