This is a song about "I got my tittle"

I can teach you all the sounds of love

I stand alone, i got my own uniqueness/

Check my letter i got christmas money,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

I got blessed with immortality of my life

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

I got computer technology inside of my dome

I got my weed i got my music its gone be alight) x2

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

I got two bitches my life,

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

I will fittle fattle mittle mattle tittle tattle you around