This is a song about "Le may mays"

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

Sorry, i may be jittery

Knowing you can no longer party

And a mother who will never le-eave me

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

When im in the rap game if they say that, ill put them in my duff...le bag!

Life has put her to the test

And we may not be perfect

Got tired of running from the police

May i have your attention please?

It may be a bad deed,

I say what my mind speak

Its just another day in may

Same shit you said yesterday

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

At time he may rap nonsense