This is a song about "My granpa"

And when it's said and done

Grab my knife and my gun

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

My own unknown is my enemy,

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

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.

Yeah you know i got that work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

But where i'm from

My words are my rhythm