This is a song about "Organization"

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

Priming for that spot that's still anonymous, honest it's

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

My flow is like a british man, it's motherfuckin' peachy keen,

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Heavy in the game

I ant remember my name

Your mind can say no but she can't control the urges

Anonymous to confidence when writing verses,

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Me and shockin & anonymous

I'm on the british south east coast mate

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate