This is a song about "My tallness"

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My streaks my testament.

My words are my rhythm

I just wanna go to the slum

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

This is my original, my validation

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

My cash effected, my brain insane,

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

With such an ugly picture in it and

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done