This is a song about "Old plant on my backyard"

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Like a small garage in your backyard

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Body with no regrets in the backyard next to my pets,im never dissin these

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

I'm losing supply up on high that no lie and i'ma bout to apply for my old guy

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Kamikazehoping that none of the spies find methat's why we bye bye daily

Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady

Because all my fans are around the age of 12 years old

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Plant my lyrical seed ,and watch my flow sprout, got that dope sound,

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

We believed in you

My ride old but my rims new,