This is a song about "My lu"

My tires align with the play, but the times out

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Man, that saying is so misused

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Convertibles with turbo jets

Sit back and watch your sunrise

See my pain through my eyes,

My talent should take me places i've never been

This is my original, my validation

My drive is like no one

Grab my knife and my gun

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Knew you who threw du ewe yu due que crew true u two drew u lu rue