This is a song about "My vocals"

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Slice you in half, i tear your vocals apart

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

As he grew up he got more confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

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

This is my original, my validation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

I hear your vocals your giving it weak