This is a song about "My intr"

Two reflections into one

My words are my rhythm

Must be something you want me to see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Grab my knife and my gun

And i know that you're open

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

My cash effected, my brain insane,

My own unknown is my enemy,

I reel them in, goadomes on see

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

She never ready to go so she forever come

My streaks my testament.

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.