This is a song about "Leila my girlfreind"

My words are my rhythm

Magic city tipping them

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

My own unknown is my enemy,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Bitch get hit with my ciroc-a vodka chopper