This is a song about "My ipad"

Grab my knife and my gun

Mami... she open, she open

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

My shirt, purple label my shirt

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost