This is a song about "My slong"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

My god is my saviour he is my protector,

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

This is my original, my validation

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Come get some, you little bum

My words are my rhythm

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My streaks my testament.

20 racks really thats sneaker money

That is my wish, my fantasy.