This is a song about "When achilles agrees to allow patroclus to wear his armor to fool the trojans"

Allow me to explain. i'm back for good

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

A sinner in the truest form, allow me to begin/

They all see my life from a childish position

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

So cold you need to wear a hat and gloves when you blast it up

You made me to a fool, when i stood over you and drooled.

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Dopeness became my achilles' heel being simply ill cause my skill in these lyrics has to grow

But if you just allow me to show it,

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Don't allow pricks to effect you/ not ideal to deal with the ordeal by being hectic/