This is a song about "My fi"

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Dissecting my specimen

There are times when you'll need someone

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

She say all men treat her wrong way

In my cabriolet

Close my eyes and turn my headphones on,

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.

Burying my lethargy

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see