This is a song about "My chipper"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Roll up niggas be like sex

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

My own unknown is my enemy,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

And the deeper that mean she get the sweeter

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure