This is a song about "My cuz"

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Cuz i'm a fighter, my words are flammable,

My raps are unreal, cuz i fill them zeal

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

Smoking sherm, drinking malt liquor, father forgive 'emme and my girlfriend, hustling, fell in love with the struggle

My flow is extremely visible, and completely incredible, cuz im fucking insatiable,

Kiss my ass, cuz my ass made this money.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

My money is on clearance cuz there's more in store

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Flames in my head but it doesn't matter cuz i feel free

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Watch my back, cuz' i know these rapper jealous of my raps/