This is a song about "My steez"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

The wrong drink, the right work

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Convertibles with turbo jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

As he grew up he got more confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My streaks my testament.

Im happier when high and drunk

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Balling, but it’s not a game

My cash effected, my brain insane,