This is a song about "My parki"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My streaks my testament.

If you ever feel alone and

My words are my rhythm

Flyer than the rest of them

Grab my knife and my gun

Top ranked, number one my son

Chasing them checks, nike work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

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

A breakdown broad oh she could of done better

On they twitter writing novels, see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

See my pain through my eyes,

... club, we'll be actin' real nice