This is a song about "My musicals"

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

See my pain through my eyes,

Sit back and watch your sunrise

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Red bottoms with the spike work

Hopin' that my niggas see

My own unknown is my enemy,

My streaks my testament.

Ha, wale you so arrogant

Grab my knife and my gun

Girls fast how jamaicans run