This is a song about "My peener"

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Ross and folarin, couple women

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Secret society all we ask is trust

Attention is a must

My streaks my testament.

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out

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

So much to say a scrabble game

My cash effected, my brain insane,