This is a song about "My freinds"

My words are my rhythm

If a nigga didn't fake like them

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I wanted the money and never the fame

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

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