This is a song about "My gees"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

This is my original, my validation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

I dont love you im just confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost