This is a song about "My fri"

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

We wake up, i go to work, she leave out

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Living out of bags

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And stay focused on the women and you get less done