This is a song about "My momy"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

They had a hell of a run

My words are my rhythm

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

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

Roll up niggas be like sex

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Let me rideuntil i get free

These my rhymes and my story

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

This is my original, my validation