This is a song about "Survival tactics"

3m's on my new balance

Im the best with tactics

With my militia poetry tactics

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

I'm classed as a castor of magic, a master of immaculate tactics

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Survival is endless i've learned from the game systems

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

And there's no hospitals this deep there's only survival,

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol