This is a song about "Fingering my tentabulge"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

The wrong drink, the right work

But girl you got me open

Grab my knife and my gun

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Im happier when high and drunk

My streaks my testament.

Think fast, fast women

My words are my rhythm

My own unknown is my enemy,

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

These my rhymes and my story

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

And all that deep shit i was previously down for