This is a song about "My dookie"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.

That's words to my mama, since i wasn't a starter

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

Right flows down and they might go nice

See my pain through my eyes,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

These my rhymes and my story

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

My words are my rhythm

Yo, turn me up some