This is a song about "My shoota"

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

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

It's a battlejust for tha big money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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

You home, you never minded me so i stepped out

My streaks my testament.

Ha, wale you so arrogant

My cash effected, my brain insane,

And i put that on my name