This is a song about "My collouge"

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

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

That's why i'm makin' money

My own unknown is my enemy,

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My words are my rhythm

Atl was tipping them

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Grab my knife and my gun

When it's all said and done