This is a song about "My te"

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Niggas dying, motherfuck a double entendre

Cu forta te rog nu o mai trage asa

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Looking out te window pain

Girls fast how jamaicans run

My words are my rhythm

My shirt, purple label my shirt

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

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

Even if it's not out, bring the whole stock out

Im happier when high and drunk

My streaks my testament.

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Convertibles with turbo jets