This is a song about "My momenty"

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

This is my original, my validation

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Floor seats at that wizards game

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

Out of this 3rd rock, nigga air it out

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

I just want somebody i can see