This is a song about "My librity"

I prefer your applause without a handout

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

My kick game be making fifa envy

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Man, that saying is so misused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My drive is like no one

My words are my rhythm

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.