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

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Never promised to be a protector by i guess i'll protect ya,

Would dreams actually become facts?

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

You just trynna be haters

I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,

Promised, i'm as determined as them old timers, i wanna villa in a costa

218 be my area lookin like you got malaria feel a bit sorry for ya,

And i promised to myself,they must die

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

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

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

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

You would become a hater, isn't that a twist?

Man i be runnin my city just like a should

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good