This is a song about "My moustache"

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My streaks my testament.

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

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

My words are my rhythm

Just a place that they can come

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Cold, my style making my nose run

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

My shit thigh like my bootstraps