This is a song about "My strands"

Soon the government will have programs for genetic strands,

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

As he grew up he got more confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My talent should take me places i've never been

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

These my rhymes and my story

What them tippers don't see

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine