This is a song about "My ndog"

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

My streaks my testament.

See me with a husband

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

This is my original, my validation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Chasing money in the city of crime

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets