This is a song about "Seth sentry"

I don't fuck with emotions, guard them like a sentinel

I don't care if the heat i throw is unbearable

Give me the mic, my de-vice, that i utilise, write these lines, that'll be

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Casual with the chaos, i battle with fate's boss

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

How the rhyme forces the source for thoughts that's lost

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

I drink blood, and im parched, so you better guard

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Ses starter main pudding,

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Hoping i can succeed on rap n' not a regular job, i was begging you, god

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block