This is a song about "My jpurney"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Yeah i ain't done

My words are my rhythm

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

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

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

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

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

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

My own unknown is my enemy,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.