This is a song about "My tallness"

I go, in when i start putting words out

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

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

My own unknown is my enemy,

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

These my rhymes and my story

But make sure if they do see

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

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

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead