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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Then asking my identity

I would say fuck my city

...i hold my city up...then rest on it......

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

And i promised to myself,they must die

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Neck a bottle, i become devil sent/

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Oh my god - feels like i need a psychiatrist

Would dreams actually become facts?

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks