This is a song about "My shine"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I coordinate, my rhymes shine like an ornament. sorry it ain't christmas,

Mama always told me i’d be famous

No brightness to shine on my path full of

But for me i think it's fine it's my time to shine

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Trigger squeezed, shine at the tip of my finger like nail polish

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Try and take my shine away , get burnt by the suns ray

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

Shine by the time always got to have my dime

Go by own lines, gettin my own shine.

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

I know i'm right, n my shine makes blind, no lemon or limes,