This is a song about "My gril"

See my pain through my eyes,

And when i start to rise

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

These my rhymes and my story

I dont love you im just confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Grab my knife and my gun

Work straight out the kitchen

My own unknown is my enemy,

Let me rideuntil i get free

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

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line