This is a song about "My micronation"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

I try to be the guy, you think about

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

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

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

What them tippers don't see

These my rhymes and my story

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

This is my original, my validation

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks