This is a song about "My disability"

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Of impactful things one can ask for

But let me be 100, see monogamy's redundant

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My words are my rhythm

My drive is like no one