This is a song about "My clan"

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My words are my rhythm

And i am one of one

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

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

I snap back like the plastic man from the fantastic clan,

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

This is my original, my validation

That is my wish, my fantasy.

20 racks really thats sneaker money