This is a song about "My niggs"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Unify them, mob through, take over and

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

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

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

He just get her bigger bags

Come get some, you little bum

My words are my rhythm

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out

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