This is a song about "My puppy loulou"

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

As he grew up he got more confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Fuck that now trying get the money