This is a song about "My teqm"

The wrong drink, the right work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

These my rhymes and my story

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Grab my knife and my gun

Work straight out the kitchen

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see