This is a song about "My heaters"

But five years from now i bet she see

My own unknown is my enemy,

This is my original, my validation

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I'm caged up in state prison

My words are my rhythm

I'm a thinker and seeker while the rest pull out heaters for sneakers

And while these niggas keep hating, they be asking for features

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

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