This is a song about "My hata"

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My own unknown is my enemy,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Too focused, one word

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

My electric methadone