This is a song about "My ife"

Cold, my style making my nose run

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Down in dallas at the all-star game

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

This is my original, my validation

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

Girl, i put in that work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Man it’s the killer tracks