This is a song about "My momy"

My words are my rhythm

Can’t you see just how long my run

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

On they twitter writing novels, see

These my rhymes and my story

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Don’t know if i’m ‘posed to take you out

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