This is a song about "My aide"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

With the power, need an aide if you still

Burying my lethargy

God mc oh my god you gotta see

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Dissecting my specimen

Yeah bitch this date's done

This is my original, my validation

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Grab my knife and my gun

My drive is like no one

My words are my rhythm

Yeah i ain't done