This is a song about "My cutlass"

Or something that you paid for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

If you ain't about money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My god is my saviour he is my protector,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Man, that saying is so misused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

We have nothing in common

Grab my knife and my gun

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

They some kanye biters, i'm a cayun pepper

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