This is a song about "My paisa"

See my pain through my eyes,

Sit back and watch your sunrise

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

My own unknown is my enemy,

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

I wonder so often

Grab my knife and my gun

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Down in dallas at the all-star game