This is a song about "My parkinson"

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

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

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

I reel them in, goadomes on see

These my rhymes and my story

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun