This is a song about "My 64"

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

They all see my life from a childish position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

It's a battlejust for tha big money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

See my pain through my eyes,

She's flawless like some uncut ice

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

It's a fools fatewithout your word

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.