This is a song about "My saviour"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

These my rhymes and my story

But five years from now i bet she see

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My god is my saviour he is my protector,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

In a room full of goons, i'm such a fucking stand out

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

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.