This is a song about "My gans"

My streaks my testament.

Trying hard to speak and

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

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

My own unknown is my enemy,

Just to go to liv on a sunday

When something is broken

Grab my knife and my gun

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Yeah you know i got that work

My shirt, purple label my shirt