This is a song about "My disability"

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Man, that saying is so misused

Careless world drop, pewm, then im out

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

I'm a son of a gun

My words are my rhythm

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

These my rhymes and my story

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

There are times when you'll need someone

Grab my knife and my gun