This is a song about "My lofe"

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

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

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

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

These my rhymes and my story

Ahh, me so horny

She do it with no hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

My words are my rhythm

Flyer than the rest of them