This is a song about "My guitar"

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

My shirt, purple label my shirt

It's a fools fatewithout your word

We hustle to survive

See my pain through my eyes,

These my rhymes and my story

Sing it to em' shorty

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

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