This is a song about "My hata"

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

My own unknown is my enemy,

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

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

Clap two times if you drunk

My streaks my testament.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My success debated

See i let my nigga split that

My words are my rhythm

I told him get his 9 and run

But girl you got me open

Grab my knife and my gun