This is a song about "My motorcycle"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Yeah come holla at your uncle

I'm back riding a motorcycle

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Hold on you can see my vision

My words are my rhythm

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Searching for fortune and fame

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I hold the title of local idol, i'll run this shit like a motorcycle,