This is a song about "My freshness"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This is my original, my validation

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

My streaks my testament.

Im happier when high and drunk

See my pain through my eyes,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

My shirt, purple label my shirt

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

That is my wish, my fantasy.

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see