This is a song about "Hearting my fealings"

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Just to go to liv on a sunday

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Through all the rain and the pain

This is my original, my validation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Clap two times if you drunk

My streaks my testament.