This is a song about "My niga antonio"

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Ride or die niga im not a stunt dummy

On they twitter writing novels, see

These my rhymes and my story

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

I don’t rememder but i think there was antonio

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

My own unknown is my enemy,

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My words are my rhythm

Magic city tipping them