This is a song about "My homeboy"

That is my wish, my fantasy.

What them tippers don't see

My drive is like no one

My words are my rhythm

On they twitter writing novels, see

These my rhymes and my story

About disaster in the world and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

This homeboy isn't destroyed, his life just contains a lot of noise.

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

Just to go to liv on a sunday

My own unknown is my enemy,

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Sky high, iced out paradise

See my pain through my eyes,