This is a song about "My nig"

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

This is my original, my validation

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

Had to wear the 13's with them

My words are my rhythm

Make daddy proud: i love every one of you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

My own unknown is my enemy,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them