This is a song about "My monm"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

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

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

Had to wear the 13's with them

My words are my rhythm

She's flawless like some uncut ice

See my pain through my eyes,

Grab my knife and my gun

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Young'n in the fader like laundry

These my rhymes and my story

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

As he grew up he got more confused