This is a song about "My monney"

My own unknown is my enemy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

If you feel it, it must be real just

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

She do it with no hands

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

This is my original, my validation

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Than the muse of a family