This is a song about "My 64"

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Now that's what you call a game

Ridin' through my city car black can't see out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her