This is a song about "My origins"

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

This is my original, my validation

See my pain through my eyes,

What we gotta do to survive

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

I'm a son of gun

My words are my rhythm

Once as a slave who imagined being free

My own unknown is my enemy,