This is a song about "My squd"

My streaks my testament.

And bijies like im out and

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

But in reality your just being used.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

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

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you