This is a song about "My philosophy"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My streaks my testament.

Trying hard to speak and

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

How i'm outgoing but don't be going out

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

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

But philosophy possibly, when you look it dead in its eye,

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

Move fast break things that's the philosophy