This is a song about "My pussyfoot"

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

But in reality your just being used.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

My cash effected, my brain insane,