This is a song about "My doogie"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

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

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

She forget about her husband

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My words are my rhythm

Girls fast how jamaicans run

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Let me go like this, ready for whatever