This is a song about "My niga antonio"

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

This is my original, my validation

My words are my rhythm

He’s tha only one

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Reloads a punch of glass niga ima cut you harass

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

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

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about