This is a song about "My butthole"

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine