This is a song about "My crus"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Straight lane kiffen them

My words are my rhythm

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This is my original, my validation

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Unify them, mob through, take over and

These my rhymes and my story

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