This is a song about "My hommies"

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

Ridin' through my city car black can't see out

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My streaks my testament.

Get ya head bust

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Wonder about my life, got my head in my shoes

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