This is a song about "My pussyfoot"

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My streaks my testament.

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

This is my original, my validation

So now she picks up the gun

My words are my rhythm

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen