This is a song about "Possession"

My weeds first in possession, and ima rip a beat like excision,

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

Only content when no one else is present, staring at resin the last in his possession

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

You sure talk like a dude , i can still spit wack but i'll still keep possession

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

So much money lookin like its the lotto that hit me, so far i have 2 million in my possession,

I make songs about shit for attention

Or those those confessin' for weapon possession

I got finesse in possession, u rookie writing raps my profession

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Starting in yo possession think it's time for a lesson