This is a song about "My iggia"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.

That we picked up at the last concert

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Third ward general, young cash money

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

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

And i listen to common

Grab my knife and my gun