This is a song about "My girld"

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

She do it with no hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Cold, my style making my nose run

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

I try not to obey them at anytime

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

This is my original, my validation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Convertibles with turbo jets