This is a song about "My nig"

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

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

See my pain through my eyes,

I need a backyard full court size

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

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

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

My own unknown is my enemy,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

I told him get his 9 and run

My words are my rhythm