This is a song about "My iggia"

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

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Sing it to em' shorty

These my rhymes and my story

See my pain through my eyes,

What we gotta do to survive

Grab my knife and my gun

Baby you're the one

I'm caged up in state prison

My words are my rhythm

You just working with the scraps you was given

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Now if you give us a chance