This is a song about "My boothang"

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

And bijies like im out and

My streaks my testament.

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Two reflections into one

My words are my rhythm

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

And everybody's having sex

But in reality your just being used.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Top ranked, number one my son

Grab my knife and my gun