This is a song about "My gga"

I don't trust no one

Grab my knife and my gun

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

You a lady boss, now you fly free

These my rhymes and my story

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats