This is a song about "My steed"

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My streaks my testament.

Trying hard to speak and

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

Because he made his decision

My words are my rhythm

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready