This is a song about "My schol"

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I'm a son of a gun

My words are my rhythm

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.

God mc oh my god you gotta see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Then you're fucking confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

More or less, change is imminent

Red bottoms with the spike work

My shirt, purple label my shirt