This is a song about "My awsomeness"

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I got something you've been waiting for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Can't break up to make up,she wake up, im out

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

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My talent should take me places i've never been