This is a song about "My humps"

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Look it something they can't ever see

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Fuck that now trying get the money

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Gotta work - slight work

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Secret society all we ask is trust