This is a song about "My bri"

Grab my knife and my gun

Fuck it, i'm done

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Then you're fucking confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Secret society all we ask is trust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

This is my original, my validation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced