This is a song about "My chic"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Yeah you know i got that work

Girl, you got me in a trance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

They tested with stress that they under

Chic on a pointy sticked her

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My talent should take me places i've never been

See my pain through my eyes,

Started off on thin ice

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

My demeanor, thirty years my senior