This is a song about "My gi"

And all she wants is to dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

My cash effected, my brain insane,

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

My talent should take me places i've never been

This is my original, my validation

We have nothing in common

Grab my knife and my gun

20 racks really thats sneaker money

My own unknown is my enemy,

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

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

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line