This is a song about "My chipsa"

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

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

When something is broken

Grab my knife and my gun

My words are my rhythm

Can’t you see just how long my run

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

These my rhymes and my story

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

I ain't interested in fame

My cash effected, my brain insane,

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin