This is a song about "My hommie"

And any chick you can screw i can get wetter

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

Grab my knife and my gun

For those whey no fit dey fix son

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

About disaster in the world and

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Hell yahtry to dirty up my name

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line