This is a song about "My tallness"

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I don't care what it did to them

My words are my rhythm

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer

This is my original, my validation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out

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

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I wanted the money and never the fame