yo situation is strict never got to solve a problem with a beat i got word that all my friends are doubting my music and i ain't gon cry about that shit cuz i know im good i am grateful i didn't force this life it was a calling for me so listen pulling bars like im kevin gates,six shorts in my body got a hand grenade,fuck friends I'mma kill them all if they try to diss me all kkkkk, kill em all im on a mission on my own, im on a roll , don't care bout y'all go home shake it buy the rhythm make a echoe while you're in it tuck it bitty better focus while you in it they gon try to call the po lice but I'm guilty all of my niggas selling drug make a hustle make them fall while they try to make a high jump break a ball,got admitted to a hospital so drastical, dramatic picking up all my problems now you should come down and check it out bless it out make a sin go away oh holy dawn