This is a song about "My harley"

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

My streaks my testament.

Im happier when high and drunk

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Unify them, mob through, take over and

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I'm bad ass, renegade type of dude on a new harley