This is a song about "My fas"

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

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

Chasing money in the city of crime

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

See my pain through my eyes,

Right flows down and they might go nice

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her