This is a song about "My burd"

These my rhymes and my story

What them tippers don't see

He just get her bigger bags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

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

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My streaks my testament.

Enforce, i'm elegant and