This is a song about "My fr"

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

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

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Ha, wale you so arrogant

My streaks my testament.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

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

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

But in reality your just being used.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost