This is a song about "My squaf"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

God mc oh my god you gotta see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

These my rhymes and my story

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

My words are my rhythm

Vijay singh and all of them

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

I go, in when i start putting words out

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train