This is a song about "My panel"

My success debated

The master of this rap shit

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Enforce, i'm elegant and

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

I prefer your applause without a handout

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

And i listen to common

Grab my knife and my gun