This is a song about "My roommate"

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Living out of bags

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

You heard my name in my last rap but not my story

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

This is my original, my validation

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Wonder about my life, got my head in my shoes

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

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

Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today

Barbecue meals laughing having a blasttill you met a roommate it was our doomsday