This is a song about "My chipper"

My talent should take me places i've never been

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Im happier when high and drunk

My streaks my testament.

If a nigga didn't fake like them

My words are my rhythm

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

And if i do go you better come through