This is a song about "My cribs"

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Third ward general, young cash money

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

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

These my rhymes and my story

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Switch swag on you little dick fags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

As he grew up he got more confused

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

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

"2pacalypse now" 'til infinity boy, forever

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument