This is a song about "Your nan stealing my adidas creps that were 20 pound still"

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

A born starter, in the game for real

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

They were my influence to write dope,hard,emotional raps every day

Stealing vision like braille, your improvision is stale,

And one day you'll get my all, it's insha'allah.. wale

Aint no escapin my bars pound you on your chest like frustrated retard

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

They put my name on fuckin platinum, gold is pound for pound.

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

Were battles in that section when i was still supposed to rot,

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Pound your head in, thats hammer

And i just want to hold her

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind

My speed is infinite double that and your still behind