This is a song about "My dauter"

The wrong drink, the right work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

With such an ugly picture in it and

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

My talent should take me places i've never been

This is my original, my validation

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

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

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

They all see my life from a childish position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,