This is a song about "My thou"

I dont love you im just confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My words are my rhythm

If a nigga didn't fake like them

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me he walked along the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

This is my original, my validation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait