This is a song about "My tresure"

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

This is my original, my validation

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

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

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

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.

My words are my rhythm

Shit, we don't believe none of them