This is a song about "My chipsa"

Man, that saying is so misused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

Grab my knife and my gun

And you can tell everyone

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

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

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine