This is a song about "My brothee"

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

My words are my rhythm

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My talent should take me places i've never been

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

This is my original, my validation

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

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

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

My cash effected, my brain insane,