This is a song about "My squaf"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

That is my wish, my fantasy.

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Yeah you know i got that work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

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

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Balling, but it’s not a game

But when you step out, why these bitches run out

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

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument