This is a song about "My nikka"

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Living out of bags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

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

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

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

I try to be the guy, you think about

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree