This is a song about "My staff"

But make sure if they do see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

I just shake dice

See my pain through my eyes,

Guns and ammo hidden for when i wanna lash back at the staff

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

Ay yo you wonder who i are

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My shirt, purple label my shirt

It's a fools fatewithout your word

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin