This is a song about "My niece"

For setting up traps

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Fist first, i'll protect my niece or nephew with my knuckle

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Not w/ your niece on your lap holding you down

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

But make sure if they do see

These my rhymes and my story

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads