This is a song about "My cribs"

Flyer then the rest of them

My words are my rhythm

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

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

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

But even if it rain, we get rained on together

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

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust