This is a song about "My hommie"

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

My words are my rhythm

So now she picks up the gun

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

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

This is my original, my validation

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

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

For setting up traps

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name