This is a song about "My mandems"

On they twitter writing novels, see

These my rhymes and my story

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

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I just shake dice

See my pain through my eyes,

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Wonder about my life, got my head in my shoes

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

All the mandems stay schemin cashin aint that problematic

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

My shirt, purple label my shirt

The wrong drink, the right work