This is a song about "My heritage"

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Shake your hair like them track ain't coming out

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

Grab my knife and my gun

And when it's said and done

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My own unknown is my enemy,

Must be something you want me to see

My words are my rhythm

Girls fast how jamaicans run