This is a song about "My cribs"

See my pain through my eyes,

What we gotta do to survive

But now i own yachts bigger than a lot of mans cribs

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Trying to renovate the game

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Sing it to em' shorty

These my rhymes and my story

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

This is my original, my validation

My own unknown is my enemy,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see