This is a song about "My serv"

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My streaks my testament.

Im happier when high and drunk

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

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

They just wanna dance

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument