This is a song about "My hayley"

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

That's words to my mama, since i wasn't a starter

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

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

With such an ugly picture in it and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Grab my knife and my gun