This is a song about "My babr"

And bijies like im out and

My streaks my testament.

This is my original, my validation

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

And the judge never knew which substance i used

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And i know that you're open

Grab my knife and my gun

That is my wish, my fantasy.

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Unify them, mob through, take over and

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior