This is a song about "My noys"

But you don't have a chance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

If you ain't about money

My own unknown is my enemy,

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

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

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

These my rhymes and my story

They say nothings ever free

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

I try not to obey them at anytime