This is a song about "My sas"

My own unknown is my enemy,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

After lebron, i'm what's next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Then you're fucking confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

These my rhymes and my story

But make sure if they do see

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

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