This is a song about "My lide"

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.

That is my wish, my fantasy.

20 racks really thats sneaker money

I need a backyard full court size

See my pain through my eyes,

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

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

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine