This is a song about "My dam"

The wrong drink, the right work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Third ward general, young cash money

My own unknown is my enemy,

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

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

He would either be locked up or in the back of a cop car handcuffed dam

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Carefree i don’t need the stress

God dam imma soul mess,

Imma take a flight and fly out to the dam

Put burners in the hands, of the black man