This is a song about "My boy fresh outta juvy"

Rappin is my profession so i always come up with fresh shit.

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Youre outta your nature while i here startin fresh

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy

Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face lookin' boy

Even helped my boy along

Looking so damn right you're wrong

From spittin' all this ice outta my throat,

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Trusted me got me outta,my shell

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

Outta my lane, yeah i see you in my mirror

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Don't say my style is fresh that's something i already know/