This is a song about "Promised my city i would become a young god"

Keeping a steady melody, its become my regularity, i need hydrotherapy,

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Would dreams actually become facts?

Oh my god - feels like i need a psychiatrist

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I do dis for my niggas and city

All i promised u so far is not a lie/

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

And i promised to myself,they must die

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

When i die show no pity,put my body in crip city

Fascinated her, discriminated school boy

My attitude is shitty i show city joy