This is a song about "These thots"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I'm calling these shots i'm jumpin these charts

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

These rap skills are cunning i'm gunning at all these stupid fucks

These motherfuckers want

Know give me a head start

Know these streets well so im never trapped, these streets are evil

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

To achieve any of these, we just let these visions past by,

Ima let her be by herself in peace

So ill get up and spit these