This is a song about "My shoota"

My own unknown is my enemy,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

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

Yall lame niggas. no bitches when yall are out

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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