This is a song about "My truc"

What could you do ?if it was up to you

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

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

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

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

My streaks my testament.

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

See my pain through my eyes,

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice