This is a song about "My hommie"

Vijay singh and all of them

My words are my rhythm

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

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

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

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

These my rhymes and my story

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

And all she wants is to dance