This is a song about "My tresure"

My streaks my testament.

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I wanted the money and never the fame

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Third ward general, young cash money

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

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you