This is a song about "My 64"

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My own unknown is my enemy,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

These my rhymes and my story

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for