This is a song about "My freinds"

My streaks my testament.

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

We have nothing in common

Grab my knife and my gun

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My words are my rhythm

Got hu women frostburg women

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Man, that saying is so misused

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her