This is a song about "My nikka"

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

These my rhymes and my story

Rappers please step forward

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

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

And i be countin' money till i pass out

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.

That's why forever i love seldom and trust never

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure