This is a song about "My att"

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

Must be something you want me to see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

That is my wish, my fantasy.

And losin all his money

See my pain through my eyes,

I just shake dice

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

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

Put the purp in the blunt

My streaks my testament.