This is a song about "Ridwan my bruuda"

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

And i got a little big, keep it low key

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Picture a place that they exist, together

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread