This is a song about "My steed"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

Make amends with this sinner while im waiting on my steed

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My words are my rhythm

I just wanna go to the slum

My streaks my testament.

Put the purp in the blunt