This is a song about "My tallness"

She do it with no hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Grab my knife and my gun

Tryna find the one

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

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

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see