This is a song about "My crusj"

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

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Making a movie, spike work

As he grew up he got more confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I be gettin' money

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,