This is a song about "Ys were always ready"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Push comes to shove , his parents were always busy

I reel them in, goadomes on see

That's why my hands stay ready

Now don’t it sound legendary

Keep a barrage of guns ready

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

At levels with people who were always just destined

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

You better be ready when my sleeves are down are were swinging fists

The troops stationed in line, battle ready.

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Sponge bob bitch,"im ready"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But you were always a soul that was tortured.

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb