This is a song about "My chipsa"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

My words are my rhythm

Flyer than the rest of them

This is my original, my validation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

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

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

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

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine