This is a song about "My sq"

My streaks my testament.

And bijies like im out and

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

These my rhymes and my story

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

My words are my rhythm

Flyer than the rest of them

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

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

Grab my knife and my gun

For those whey no fit dey fix son