This is a song about "My gril"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

This is my original, my validation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

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

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

These my rhymes and my story

In earth, as it is in heaven

Grab my knife and my gun

That is my wish, my fantasy.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

My cash effected, my brain insane,