This is a song about "My gs"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Grab my knife and my gun

I wonder so often

Chasing them checks, nike work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

So what we turn up, you know we the realest g's

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Pushing in my mama van

All these fake gs can go scram

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun