This is a song about "My lifw"

Listen to every word that i slur

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

About disaster in the world and

You just working with the scraps you was given

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

So keep fronting till my peeps come

My words are my rhythm

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

My own unknown is my enemy,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see