This is a song about "My mandems"

The ice ain't really nothing to her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My words are my rhythm

See, i'm second to no one

You heard my name in my last rap but not my story

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out

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

And losin all his money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My own unknown is my enemy,

Third ward general, young cash money

Wonder about my life, got my head in my shoes

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth