This is a song about "Nathan s an ultra gigga nigga"

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Rollin' down the four o five

It´s the battle of life

My wordplay blaze with the rays of ultra violence

Higher than mariah in a choir full of violins

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Nigga got an ankle tag with some elites

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet