This is a song about "My noys"

These my rhymes and my story

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

My shirt, purple label my shirt

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

My words are my rhythm

Work straight out the kitchen

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

See my pain through my eyes,

Inferior, but i'm nice

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given