This is a song about "My thou"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

She forget about her husband

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

The only time i flirt with her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

God mc oh my god you gotta see

These my rhymes and my story

I dont love you im just confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

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

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,