This is a song about "My crus"

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I stayed away from reading the plain dealer

You a lady boss, now you fly free

These my rhymes and my story

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.