This is a song about "My cabin"

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

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

Burying my lethargy

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Ooh i got a cabin by the lake baby boo

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

Assassins are stabbed in the back of my cabin

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

And everybody's having sex