This is a song about "Still got it"

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

She's still gambling, got on hook

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Real militant, im ill still killin it.

It still messes them up personally

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Now we must stand tall

But i still conquered it all

Fuck it, im leaving

It feels like i'm still dreaming

These days, i'm still going at it

Razor grips, laser spit