This is a song about "My heritage"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

She forget about her husband

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Rappers please step forward

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

But you don't have a chance

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

And tell me why would we just think about