This is a song about "My teammates"

Young'n in the fader like laundry

These my rhymes and my story

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

That boa shit we get paid with death over dishonor

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I need a backyard full court size

See my pain through my eyes,

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

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

Cause some of you bitches funny

That is my wish, my fantasy.