This is a song about "My shoter"

Sky high, iced out paradise

See my pain through my eyes,

But make sure if they do see

My own unknown is my enemy,

Chasing them checks, nike work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

My streaks my testament.

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Man it’s the killer tracks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

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