This is a song about "My bith"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

This is my original, my validation

My shirt, purple label my shirt

That we picked up at the last concert

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I'm going off the top of the brain

And i be saying somethin' when i mash out

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