This is a song about "My momenty"

And the judge never knew which substance i used

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Switch swag on you little dick fags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I need to free them

My words are my rhythm

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Convertibles with turbo jets

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Hey, must be the money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

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