This is a song about "I got my tittle"

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

I will fittle fattle mittle mattle tittle tattle you around

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

I got computer technology inside of my dome

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

So i got to clean my act up,

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

I got money dripping from my pockets.

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I stand alone, i got my own uniqueness/

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I got got my pad and pen

What the fuck happened to rap when

I got my crown for this

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss