This is a song about "My cr"

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

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

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

My own unknown is my enemy,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I’m the king of rock

Off the top cr-ocker pot/

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

We wake up, i go to work, she leave out

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Girl, you got me in a trance

He’s tha only one

Grab my knife and my gun