This is a song about "My cribs"

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

But let me be 100, see monogamy's redundant

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

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

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun