This is a song about "My bool natives"

Sing it to em' shorty

These my rhymes and my story

The concept is so absurd

My shirt, purple label my shirt

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Cause some of you bitches funny

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

She do it with no hands

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Or michael vick if ya'll bark natives ya'll through

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My streaks my testament.