This is a song about "My ming"

My words are my rhythm

It's slight blemishes and life system

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

For setting up traps

On they twitter writing novels, see

These my rhymes and my story

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads