This is a song about "My nigga4"

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

My shirt, purple label my shirt

The wrong drink, the right work

Sit back and watch your sunrise

See my pain through my eyes,

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

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

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

You a lady boss, now you fly free

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Third ward general, young cash money