This is a song about "My olders in my gang"

Yow am ridin around in my

That's the window into the sky

But never once in a gang

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Im my own person in my own lane,

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Dump that bitch in the sly

Yow am ridin around in my

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,