This is a song about "My specialty"

My words are my rhythm

I pop one, you pop one

That is my wish, my fantasy.

But five years from now i bet she see

I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

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

With such an ugly picture in it and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

See my pain through my eyes,

Right flows down and they might go nice

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

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