This is a song about "My gans"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.

On they twitter writing novels, see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

These my rhymes and my story

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

So muthafuck the system

My words are my rhythm