This is a song about "My nigka"

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My own unknown is my enemy,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

Atl was tipping them

My words are my rhythm

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

And i be countin' money till i pass out

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said