This is a song about "My sphincter"

Tryna find the one

My words are my rhythm

Know it good when she go no hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

I just shake dice

See my pain through my eyes,

Same shit you said yesterday

Burying my lethargy

But five years from now i bet she see

These my rhymes and my story

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,