This is a song about "Your harry"

Leave your running to your mamma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Though this wasn't magic or happiness like harry potter

With g's in my pocket

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

To keep your flame burning, your world turning,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Lost in the rain

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

I'm spreadin' to all the crews back, peace harry mike,