This is a song about "My asss"

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

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

You took the hatred of yourself and just project it out

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

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

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

They all see my life from a childish position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,