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

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

I still wish my way out of here, before i become a myth,

Like a young dude... i'm become mane,

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

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

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

I do dis for my niggas and city

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I'm caged up in state prison

And a god ive become

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And i promised a friend i'll start a discography thats revolutionary,