This is a song about "My att"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

These my rhymes and my story

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

And if i do go you better come through

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

But let me be 100, see monogamy's redundant

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I go, in when i start putting words out

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