This is a song about "My hommie"

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

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Grab my knife and my gun

This is my original, my validation

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

So muthafuck the system

My words are my rhythm

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

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

See my pain through my eyes,

Right flows down and they might go nice