This is a song about "Aiden my grandson"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Red bottoms with the spike work

God mc oh my god you gotta see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My streaks my testament.

Im happier when high and drunk

This is my original, my validation

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

My cash effected, my brain insane,

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

My words are my rhythm

I need to free them