This is a song about "My hitta"

My own unknown is my enemy,

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Im happier when high and drunk

My streaks my testament.

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

And it rules everything around them

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

As he grew up he got more confused

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Pay a hitta to have a nigga disfigured,

My shirt, purple label my shirt

It's a fools fatewithout your word

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Girl, you got me in a trance