This is a song about "My cutlass"

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

Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

My god is my saviour he is my protector,

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Cold world no blanket son

Grab my knife and my gun

My own unknown is my enemy,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see