This is a song about "My hommie"

This is my original, my validation

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

My cash effected, my brain insane,

See me with a husband

My streaks my testament.

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

They just wanna dance

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

My words are my rhythm

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration