This is a song about "The position or period of office of a protector"

Or classic misdirection it's a collection of weapons of war

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

This game's a #period i'mma #faze through it, the truth is

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Whether its a bong or a joint ill be draining it of contents, like im in the projects,

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Or two of the motherfuckers

Or hearing the noise of ammo

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Or just to stay under a ceilin' in the case of the ghetto

A technician of incisions in the position

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been