This is a song about "Fingering my tentabulge"

Hopin' that my niggas see

My own unknown is my enemy,

That is my wish, my fantasy.

20 racks really thats sneaker money

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,