This is a song about "My lebrons"

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

I try not to obey them at anytime

My streaks my testament.

See me with a husband

Fuck mainstream keep it underground is the main thing,i could take lebrons crown

I told my girl i'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Switch swag on you little dick fags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Dissecting my specimen

I need to free them