This is a song about "My disability"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

If you feel it, it must be real just

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Got a condo on my wrist girl, i'm cashing out

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

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

These my rhymes and my story

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

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

After reading just a few of your bars, i think you have a disability,