This is a song about "My noys"

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Right flows down and they might go nice

See my pain through my eyes,

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out

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

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Fuck that now trying get the money

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.