This is a song about "My att"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

These my rhymes and my story

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Know it good when she go no hands

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Chasing money in the city of crime

My cash effected, my brain insane,

And not a single feature except lil wayne

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette