This is a song about "My mun"

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My cash effected, my brain insane,

So much to say a scrabble game

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Know it good when she go no hands

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

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

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

If you ever feel alone and

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Popping off bout mun but came last in the election