This is a song about "My foundation"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

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

No more amore, i refuse to force you

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

Building a foundation of fame from all the rappers i've slain 'n' obtained

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

My own unknown is my enemy,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I'm a 3 layer foundation mortar concrete and textile

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,