This is a song about "My bulge"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

This is my original, my validation

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I need a backyard full court size

See my pain through my eyes,