This is a song about "Not ready"

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

I'm heavy, busy writing rhymes i'm ready

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I'll survive as i say "i'm not ready to die freddy you piece of fucking shit"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker

Begging me to quit rap, but i'm just not ready to let it loose for her

And put it together

Yeah, ready for whatever

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Keep a barrage of guns ready