This is a song about "You think you know me try to be my homie"

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Watching my homie died try to get turf

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Listen to me baby, i know sometimes you might think i'm mad

You my homie if we think alike, but there's more to me than just this typical rhyme

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

//please leave comments, this is my first song, so let me know what you think.

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

I don't think you know what you mean to me

Once as a slave who imagined being free