This is a song about "My shooters"

She's flawless like some uncut ice

See my pain through my eyes,

Attention is a must

My streaks my testament.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

As he grew up he got more confused

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

After lebron, i'm what's next

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags