This is a song about "My chipper"

Because he made his decision

My words are my rhythm

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

This is my original, my validation

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

You is not hip then i can not coach her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

As he grew up he got more confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out