This is a song about "My saviour"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

This is my original, my validation

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

And tell me why would we just think about

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

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Hopin' that my niggas see

These my rhymes and my story