This is a song about "My moma"

My words are my rhythm

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

My streaks my testament.

Get ya head bust

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

I stayed away from reading the plain dealer

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

When they here today what you say to them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration