This is a song about "My truc"

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

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

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

This is my original, my validation

We lookin' for something like navigation

Girl, you got me in a trance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Where my grimy figures at? look lively addressing the captain

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost