This is a song about "My nhoame"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.

These my rhymes and my story

Let me rideuntil i get free

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Third ward general, young cash money

My own unknown is my enemy,

Vijay singh and all of them

My words are my rhythm

See my pain through my eyes,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.