This is a song about "My idol"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

That is my wish, my fantasy.

What them tippers don't see

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

My shirt, purple label my shirt

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Snipers chilling in idol building waiting to take my life and end it

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

My own unknown is my enemy,

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I hold the title of local idol, i'll run this shit like a motorcycle,

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle