This is a song about "My perfume"

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Grab my knife and my gun

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

My streaks my testament.

If you ever feel alone and

For setting up traps

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

If you feel it, it must be real just

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument