This is a song about "My homeboy colossus"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used

Homeboy thought it was a game until he said he want to beef

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Grab my knife and my gun

I wonder so often

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

To blossom a promise to end the false prophets and colossus profit

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My streaks my testament.

Trying hard to speak and