This is a song about "My neighbour"

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

This is my original, my validation

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

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

My streaks my testament.

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

And for this moment no i won't ditch you