This is a song about "My lide"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

She do it with no hands

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I stayed away from reading the plain dealer

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

They all see my life from a childish position

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

This is my original, my validation

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin