This is a song about "My ming"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Then you're fucking confused,

My streaks my testament.

Trying hard to speak and

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

See my pain through my eyes,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

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