This is a song about "My hittas"

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I said that imma ball with my motherfucking hittas, most likely imma die with

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

This is my original, my validation

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

These my rhymes and my story

My own unknown is my enemy,

And now that i’m getting money

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

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

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost