This is a song about "My hata"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You fuck with me hata, ill end you quick

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Hopin' that my niggas see

These my rhymes and my story

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

See my pain through my eyes,

What we gotta do to survive