This is a song about "My shoter"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

This is my original, my validation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Top 10 in my category

These my rhymes and my story

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

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

My streaks my testament.

Clap two times if you drunk

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Chasing money in the city of crime