This is a song about "My homey"

My words are my rhythm

But that’s just life, where i’m from

My streaks my testament.

Attention is a must

"make a fool of me" upon uttering a threat in attempt to self defense

(hook) mess with the south homey thats a dream,hallucinating or imagining x2

My shirt, purple label my shirt

The concept is so absurd

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Grab my knife and my gun

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission