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,

When they twist and talk with they fingers

I promised momma that i wouldn't curse,

Real niggas never hate another man

I promised all my fans from here to japan

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

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

So hopefully i would become great

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Came back where i was raised, my city orlando,where i see a bunch of condos

Now everybody put your hands up high

And i promised to myself,they must die

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see