This is a song about "My dixk"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Now if you give us a chance

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

20 racks really thats sneaker money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My own unknown is my enemy,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

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

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

This is my original, my validation