This is a song about "My endz"

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Dont lie sayig your from the endz, i dont give a fuck about you or your friends

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My own unknown is my enemy,

Took my heart away from money

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

I never use a fork i always spoon her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

See my pain through my eyes,

Started off on thin ice

My words are my rhythm

Bad hoes i'm seen with them