This is a song about "My lin"

And i listen to common

Grab my knife and my gun

Secret society all we ask is trust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

And get on down with this thc vision

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

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

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Switch swag on you little dick fags

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

My cash effected, my brain insane,

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her